"I have come home and I'm looking through the window. 

Outside it's snowing, no waves at all. 

The beach is white, the fence posts are gray.

 I'm looking back at a world now gone forever. 

Thinking of a time that will never return. 

A book of photographs is looking at me. 

Twenty-five years of looking for the right road. 

Postcards from everywhere. 

If there are any answers I have lost them." 

-Robert Frank