Winter and Spring have been holding hands for too long. Frost two weeks ago and now instant summer. Landscape suddenly bursting with green. I took some quick photos at a local lake already being visited by swimmers. Life is good in summer’s warm embrace.
Pondering the theme of cliches, I’ll try to wrap my head around the enigma of time.
Circular and linear
Intertwined in space/time continuum
Affected by speed and gravity
Always a factor
In one’s life
Personal time is fluid
Time can sing to us
Through meaningful cliches
As time flies
One can lose track of time
While dreaming of a timeless love
It can save one
In the nick of time
If one plays one’s cards right
Or reads between the lines
But it’s always a matter of time
In the quietness before the storm
That can seemingly last forever
Change is inevitable
And the future can come
At the speed of light
And one is pressed with the reality
Where did the time go?
As time runs out
The Enigma of Time Elliott Jaques
“The enigma of time is the enigma of life: it has plagued poets and philosophers from the beginnings of civilized thought. For life is lived in time. Without time there is no life. But each one lives in his own time. No two men living at the same time live in the same time. Each one, living at the same moment, has his own personal time perspective, his own living linkage with past and future, the content of which, and the scale of which, are as different between one person and another as are their appearance, their fingerprints, their characters, their desires, their very being.”
Fingers discovering keys into another world… Child’s joy in music and developing skill cut short by rapping on knuckles from harsh teacher, demanding perfection. Told mom at nine years old that I didn’t want to go back. Piano gathered dust. Child’s mind tuned-out to music, until the Beatles and Sound of Silence (1964) appeared on the magic box. I was ten.
“To appreciate the beauty of a snowflake it is necessary to stand out in the cold.”
“…in winter…you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it; the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” (Athabasca River Gorge, Jasper National Park, Alberta)
– Andrew Wyeth
“The color of springtime is flowers; the color of winter is in our imagination.”
In Sudbury, weekly farmer’s markets display locally-grown food, wild blueberries, hand-crafted items, homemade baked goods and preserves, and sometimes live music. Always fun to experience the community vibe and take some photographs.
Love the look of wooden, bushel baskets that bring back childhood memories.
These unusual, textured gourds caught my eye.
A bit of a humorous touch with the hat on a pumpkin and the 714 pound, prize pumpkin stealing the show.
Just had to get a macro of this chanterelle mushroom.
“Photography is a great adventure in thinking and looking, a wonderful magic toy that miraculously manages to combine our adult awareness with the fairy-tale world of childhood, a never-ending journey through great and small, through variations and the realm of illusions and appearances…”
“Your life is written in indelible ink. There’s no going back to erase the past, tweak your mistakes, or fill in missed opportunities. When the moment’s over, your fate is sealed. But if you look closer, you notice the ink never really dries on any of our experiences. They can change their meaning the longer you look at them…
Maybe we should think of memory itself as an art form, in which the real work begins as soon as the paint hits the canvas. And remember that a work of art is never finished, only abandoned. ” (John Koenig)
*My story…recently diagnosed with degenerative disc disease. I was getting tingling sensations in the lower back and simple bending/lifting would cause a lot of strain and some pain. A heating pad, some Advil and I was ready to tackle the world, but then things suddenly changed for the worse.
Well, in February, it was the shoveling of wet, heavy snow that did me in. The pain bubble absorbed my daily activities. I got my MRI results a week later, too late to stop me from doing this strenuous activity, that would severely affect my lower back and quality of life.
I’ve turned to an alternative, herbal solution and it’s slowly starting to take effect. After weeks of agonizing pain, it brought back hope. The wonders of CBD oil.