To tell the story of time. 

How it was spent, where it was lost. The days that lazed as if around a pool and the others that flew by, migrating south. Days like Sundays, lasting forever. And then 30th comes and I wonder where the month went. 

I spent a lot of the fellowship battling time. Trying to structure it, not waste it, use it “well,” judging how “not well” I’d used it. Oft times, forgetting to enjoy it. 

Time is a slippery beast. To make some attempt at measuring where it went, a month by month calendar to mark how time and I passed.  

And to remember, ultimately, as is graffitied on this image."No tengo mas que el sol." 

Scroll through September 2010 - December 2011 to enjoy.