The SoFoBoMo [Solo Photo Book Month] book is finished. I had until July 30th to finish it, but it didn’t take me thirty days since the photos were easy to find and the topic of individuation is one that I know well because of my background in psychology. I didn’t take any photos of myself nude while working on the project. In fact, I avoided being nude as much as possible as I didn’t want to deal with nudity, and the drama with me being nude, at all.
Somehow, once the book was finished, I found myself with too much time on my hands and my wife sent me out to the hills. She knew that the sunshine and nudity had become my therapy. As long as the nudity didn’t intrude into her life, there was no issue. So, I went out to the hills two days ago and then again early this afternoon. Today is my birthday. I turned sixty-two.
I want to add a bit here from my book, the part where I talked about being in the second half of life. There is no question that I am well into the second half of my life, likely into the final quarter of my life.
“Our outer world lives seem to lose meaning. We find ourselves wondering about our relationships, our careers, our purpose in life. We look at those with whom we have filled our lives and wonder at how they have become strangers. We struggle with our careers wondering what we ever saw in them as now, they leave us feeling hollow. We even question our selves. Who am I?“