This is the last week of my fellowship at the University of Colorado at Boulder. As I age, time accelerates. I have felt this acceleration acutely in the past few weeks. As a function of a human life, this is a natural outcome. The more days we live, the smaller each day gets in the scheme of our whole existence. I have a specific, early memory, of how much slower time was when my life was so much shorter. When I was 5 years old, lying in the grass and watching an ant colony, a few hours of careful observation represented what a few days does now, as a proportion of my total life. Yesterday, our apple tree was in full bloom, and when I went outside at sunrise to pick up the paper, the sight of it froze me. Beauty that intense pulls me into the moment and out of the constant monologue in my head. Last night, three inches of wet snow fell, and the apple tree now is a doubly intense vision of ephemera. Today, the snow will melt, and tomorrow, the blossoms will fall.
Silke held up one of my jackets to make a background, and I took a photo. The woman holding the jacket is as much a part of the image as the flowers, calling out to bees.
2 comments:
that passage of time thing really gets me too. i can't imagine what it'll be like in 20 or 40 years; i'm only 25! maybe it's worse because i have 85 kids (or five, you know, same thing) and work full-time. who knows...but it sure GOES.
Absolutely lovely photo and thoughts. So glad you're blogging!
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