“A voice said, Look me in the starsAnd tell me truly, men of earth,If all the soul-and-body scarsWere not too much to pay for birth.” Effort, it seems to me, is what makes gain so sweet. Moving has stretched us beyond what we thought we were capable of, but never have we doubted our purpose. […]
Two days after we landed, boxes and all, I fell ill with the flu. Friends and family unpacked while I slept my way through feverish chills and sweats and all the other fun things that come with this bug. Yesterday, I regained a sense of normalcy, and could finally focus on my new surroundings. Of […]
A cruel masterthe ticking clockSo much potentialGet it done! I rush past shadowscrumple the pagesfailed attemptsmounting What of dreams?Of life’s destiny?How I worshipat the altar of should Even with positivityfantastical notions fall shortI argue against uncertaintymeet only disapproval There is no magicno pre-destined famejust dust gatheringThe dead are unimpressed. (Image my own)
I like the images that so powerfully underscore your reflection. I can see and feel the texture. And I can see how it is life.
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Thank you, Paul. Hope you are having a peaceful Sunday.
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Pleasure – it was restorative, coming to an end now down here – 11.00 p.m. and cooling nicely.
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I love both the philosophy and the imagery, honoring the texture, and history of weathered structures, linked with the eternal flow of the river. I find it both immensely sad and immensely hopeful – this resonates with me.
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Thank you. It’s nice to have ones work apppreciated
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That old fence really caught my attention. Wonderful series of photos. 😀
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Thanks
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