Today I came to think about the difference between "picture" and "image". The first one being a relic of the old and modern world, the second one dripping with hints of digital technology and immense superficiality. "Picture" may refer to water-colored ladies in huge hats, "image" is a pair of poignant high heels stabbing the pavement. I love "picture" because it fills my soul with the calming reassurance that everything will remain as is, time-resistant, like a wax statue that feels so true to the eye and thank God for that rope that keeps you from touching it and finding out, once more, the truth in the old saying "more than meets the eye". And I love "image" because it defines my yearning for the everlasting process of redefining yourself and gladly communicating the results through what the eye can see. "Picture" makes me melancholic, "image" makes me beautiful, and those two combined make me, well, me. And, hopefully, a better me as the pictures and images of my life keep piling up. As for the people in my life, sometimes I see them in "pictures" (the smiling face of my son, the immaculate spiral of the lily flower my man gave me for spending one year with him) and sometimes in "images" (the cold post-quarrel look in his eyes before we spend the night facing in opposite directions, two parts of a whole incorrectly positioned). And if looking at "pictures" and "images" makes me run the risk of losing the "bigger picture", I can always count on my independent "imagi-nation" so that I don't lose track of my chosen reality.