This image hit home for me. I wish it was a self-portrait. I feel myself in it. I feel like a ghost sometimes. He did have a grey beard like me. It was a very foggy morning which made it feel a bit surreal.

Do you ever feel invisible? I know I do. I was listening to a story today, another sad one about people behaving so poorly and trying to make them invisible, that it confounded and disappointed them in what they thought were friendships. We discussed friendships a bit and how they change over time. How people negatively affect others and change dynamics for the worse when pretending to be something else.

Truth be told there are very few people, if any with you in life. I was going to say your parents, but there are far too many cases where parents weren’t parents and weren’t there for their children.

And the older I’ve gotten the less I see people looking out for each other over the decades. Being honest and supportive of each other. Being helpful to one another. Being selfless. Being without prejudice. Maybe that is just my world. But images I see around the world show me that cruelty doesn’t seem to have borders.

Greed, power and individualism have expanded. If we can’t build some more serious bonds, we will fail together. We can’t seem to hold families together let alone friendships.

I’ve gone out for decades before sunrise in Ocean City and Bethany Beach when visiting. And it seems every year there are more people joining in for the joy of the sunrise. I’m taking that as a sign of hope. That people are appreciating the little things. That they have appreciation for nature and our home. That they come for the solitude, quiet and wonder being shared by everyone looking outward. And hope for a better today and tomorrow.