The personal blog of photojournalist Noah Darnell.

What you see now will never be again…

What you see now will never be again…

Come gather ’round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You’ll be drenched to the bone
If your time to you
Is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’
Or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won’t come again
And don’t speak too soon
For the wheel’s still in spin
And there’s no tellin’ who
That it’s namin’
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come senators, congressmen
Please heed the call
Don’t stand in the doorway
Don’t block up the hall
For he that gets hurt
Will be he who has stalled
There’s a battle outside
And it is ragin’
It’ll soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin’.

Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don’t criticize
What you can’t understand
Your sons and your daughters
Are beyond your command
Your old road is
Rapidly agin’
Please get out of the new one
If you can’t lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin’.

The line it is drawn
The curse it is cast
The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is
Rapidly fadin’
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’…

~Bob Dylan – “The Times are A-Changin'”


All the world is in motion. The sail of a vessel nearby is vast, but to the great expanding storm ahead the boat is hardly larger than the drops of water in the sea on which it floats. And above the storm expands.

The rain begins to fall and the “Why me?” begins. Down the sail, the rain catches and slides. It collects in the bilge, already wet from seawater seeping through the rough planks. Is it better to take down the thing which gives power and forward progress? At least then the boat will not be knocked down. Can the we ride it out?

If you cannot be the water on which the vessel floats, at least be the vessel. And if you cannot be that, then you should strive to be the sail. But if all else fails, be the captain.

Don’t misunderstand, a captain isn’t a captain because he desires to be in a position of power and glory: both the prince and the pauper can rise to power and lose it just as quickly. The captain is the captain because, even in the scary moments, he has seen it all before… and knows all is well.

When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.

So when you cower from the brewing storm and ask “Why me?” perhaps you should take comfort in the fact that only by surviving this storm can you ever be the captain.

Stay tuned…
-Noah D.


PS: As you can see, I’m back in Haiti. Not that my mind leaves it for very long.

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