If you bring up photography, Susan Sontag’s wonderful book “On Photography” springs to mind and right away I remember the fantastic sentence in that book, “Humankind lingers unregenerately in Plato’s cave, still revealing, its age-old habit, in mere images of the truth”. When I recall this it stirs my curiosity. With his back turned to the light, the cave dweller sees only the opposite of what goes on, and what he sees on the wall, what meaning he derives from that, without seeing the reality, I reflect on the vision seen in that projection. And me in my own cave I share the tales, the tales caught amongst dreams in the light; whatever I see, look or feel. If my cave is my eyes and mind, so my memories were cast thus onto the walls … may your light be everlasting.