I like to experiment with my images. Here’s one that I found charming. It resembles an analog wet plate process.
The sunrise created the wonderful glow on my desert bird of paradise flowers against my outdoor stucco fireplace this morning. The out of focus string light bulb intrudes from the top but I felt the artificial light and the natural one created a narrative. I believe in the controlled accident, so I left it in the frame.
I awoke today hopeful and strong for our future. The beast is in full retreat.
I measure emerging, unfolding, exhausted living processes with time the very same way I measure distance with inches. When I run out of inches, distances vanish. When I run out of minutes, so do I. Stop measuring. Begin living.
Reality unfolds in many dimensions and so does our consciousness in time.
we are all hoarders of time entombed in our memories. Hold to everything! Give nothing back willingly.