Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

...because some of it is pretty and some of it is not.

Friday, February 10, 2017


My mother was seldom funny.  Sure, she had a sense of humor.  She laughed at jokes and funny incidents.  But she never shared jokes or light stories.  When we were kids, Mother painted her bedroom black, hung heavy curtains over the windows, and closed the door.
I recall stepping into the bedroom one day.  I scanned the dark walls, finding only a knife-blade of light where the curtains remained slightly parted at the middle.  Rather than feeling drawn to the light, I felt the darkness sucking at me.
Not long after that, we ended up living with my grandparents.
I didn’t understand the darkness then.
I don’t understand it now.

--Mitchell Hegman


  1. There will always be light and darkness. The universe and everything in it, including you and I, have a dual nature where light and darkness are in constant struggle with each other for supremacy.

  2. As proof, there is no such dark room in my house.