TOUCH.

Fatherhood is the theme here. This shot reminds me of the way 

Black fathers prior to the 1980's tried to invest in their sons. 

photo by Russell Frederick. (2015)

II. 

The mystique.

Mommy and many other women I studied growing up held their mystique quietly. Their silence around their mystique bound this particular knowledge in an unseen perception felt by touch. Touch is unseen translating one essence to another. Ignorance makes it an elusive serpentine energy, embracing the essential within what balances a son is first insinuated by their mother's touch.

Touch.

There is that word again. Touch begins renewal, awakening and feeling. 

Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 

10/30/18 

the Okey Doke gets the weak mind.