Drops of Rain
Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain, there would be no life.
– John Updike
Posts from the ‘Photography’ Category
Jul 13
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Jul 12
Dust
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I gaze upon the room,
and lifetimes spent here
shift across my vision.
I cross the creaking
floorboards, hay-covered,
and open spaces gape up
at me like some wide
and toothless grin.
I grope along walls
all newsprint papered,
fingers peeling back
a layer of years,
and the yellowed records
of days gone by
leave their handprints on me.
I breathe in the dust
of so many lives past,
and their memories,
floating in the air around me,
swirl ‘round and then,
catching in some slanted ray,
shine one still moment
and flutter silent
to the ground.
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Infinity Reveals Itself
My friend at Atoms of Thought recently said that “infinity reveals itself in all things”.
I was inclined to disagree, or perhaps I simply didn’t understand his meaning. I thought, “We are surrounded by the finite.” There are brick walls all around us, in every direction we turn. The vastness of the world may be beyond the scope of our true comprehension, yet it is nonetheless contained. And everything within and upon it is in some way likewise contained.
Even the limits of our imagination are constrained within the bounds of our own experience. You can imagine and dream beyond what you have done, seen, read, felt, heard – but only in relation to those experiences. Imagination can build upon what you already know, but can you really create something out of thin air, without reference of any kind?
Anyway, that’s where my thoughts carried me. The next day, I took this picture: continue reading…
steadily skipping stones 