The most beautiful sites are the ones closest to home. |
Old machines never die, they just shade away. |
Each day brings a fresh awareness of the dangers that lie ahead; such as stubbing one's toe on the bedpost in the early morning dark of the next day. |
All things have a sort of structural integrity. Even when they begin to deteriorate. |
Ebb and flow. Ducks on a pond. Corrugated tin. Just another morning in an endless line of mornings. One day we'll wake up. |
From the earth comes all good things. |
We've been wandering over this planet with quiet determination for thousands of years. And yet, our journey has just begun. |
What lies beyond the horizon? We'll never know, of course, but just knowing that it's there is the stuff of human dreams. |
Once you begin walking, you realize there'll be a need at some point for stopping or at least slowing down. The quality of life depends on where we choose to stop. |
When we look to the sky the darkness tends to take less prominence. |
The air above is part and parcel of the land below. They form one entity and travel together as the earth rotates on its axis and revolves around the sun. |
No cars passing; no loud noises at all. Just a calmness in the midst of it all. |
Outwardly decayed but still functioning is the way most of us can describe ourselves. |
Some places have been the scene of quiet heroics. Human activity beneath a complaisant sun. Where no gets hurt and you can go home at night. |
We follow familiar paths but with conflicting thoughts. |
There's an aura that emanates from the most mundane to the most ethereal; from the insignificant to the cataclysmic; fromt the highest to the lowest. Be glad we can't capture it in a bottle. |
Living as we do, on the verge of extinction, we take comfort in the long span of time that existed before we existed. But are we living in a hall of mirrors? |
Small towns busting at the seams. Accepting manufactured goods from 12,000 miles away. Halfway around the world. Build it and they will buy. But as long as the blue sky is overhead, who cares? |
It's when our purposes become hidden that our aims become less diverse and the chances improve we lose sight of the bigger picture. |
We can't go everywhere. |
It would be easy to disappear amidst the foliage and lower sky, and it might be nice, if only for a moment. |
It would be a messier world without trash barrels. |
What are you looking for? Is it an air of neglect or just a trace of incompetence? |
Each day reminds us of things we might rather forget. |
If we're still looking for the morning, perhaps we've found it. |
THE END