oh what fleeting moments I should capture, oh what memories I should still possess

Posts tagged “Marcus Aurelius

all things soft

Tomorrow I'm going to help paint at my parent's new house on The Rivah, which is where I took this picture. Whenever I think of that house now, this is the picture that pops into my head. What I see is a plant whose seeds are attached to fluffy white sails that will eventually carry them...I don't know where. But in this moment, they were busy providing a soft focus for rather severe looking stems. What I think of is feathers and butterfly kisses and whispers and all things soft.


Observe how all things

are continually being born of change.

Whatever is, is in some sense

the seed of what is to emerge from it.

– Marcus Aurelius


brown fields

My cell phone camera did interesting things with the sun, and it shows up here as waves of light across the photo. What I see is a brown field and open sky. What I think of is all the stages this land goes through in a year, from this winter brown, to knee-high green and luscious growth, to golden-green stalks of corn that slowly peak and fade into pale sheaths of tan that are cut down and left to winter brown.


Each thing is of like form from everlasting

and comes round again in its cycle.

– Marcus Aurelius