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.

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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.

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Each thing is of like form from everlasting

and comes round again in its cycle.

– Marcus Aurelius