By Ken Trainor
Face to face. That's how we go through life. Meeting, passing, reading one another.
Face it. Face facts. We need other people. We need other faces. Eyes, noses, lips, teeth, tongues, skin. Elastic and infinitely expressive — like an infant, whose face goes from unruffled serenity to heartbreaking anguish in the blink of an eye.
We don't just feel the astonishing range of human emotion. Our faces express them — an instrument more finely tuned than the finest violin. It's not only the eyes that offer a glimpse of the soul. The face is the soul's canvas.
Newspapers couldn't do their job without faces. They are worthy of a thousand words. They often inspire a thousand words. Or no words because none may be needed.
We are in the business of chronicling the life of these communities — the lives of these communities — one snapshot and article at a time. We look around and find introspection and retrospection, concentration and determination, apprehension and elation.
Sometimes we see eye to eye. Sometimes we don't. We strive and sometimes succeed. We look back and ahead and often within. We worship and obey. We rise to our occasions.
We are complicated creatures and in the course of a year, we go through a lot. We learn and forget and set goals (and forget). We deal with setbacks and misfortune. We succeed and celebrate. We mourn and welcome, agree and disagree (and agree to disagree). We acquire and sell and give away. We uproot and sink roots. We plant and harvest. We work and volunteer and recreate. We drive and walk and bike. Our lives are interwoven and we have to figure out how to get along — in life and with each other.
Our faces tell the stories.
We just try to pay attention.