Thoughts destined to be washed away by the tides of life. |
I've been studying my cover photo for a while now, and it seems to me that it is more than just a photo of what is there that can be seen, more than just three white rocks stacked on a beach. It contains an important question about the future, about what happens long after the photographer has gone. What will happen to our pile of stones when the tide comes in? Will it topple or has the architect built this structure at a safe distance? I don't know what will happen to these words that I stack here on the sand. They may prove safely distant, or they may be swallowed up by a rush of self-doubt. They may be here for a season. They may lose their balance and be scattered by the shoreline, or be hidden away under shifting sands. Perhaps someday, the tides of life will reclaim them. Or maybe that's just a bunch of poetic, romantic nonsense. After all, this is just a blog. |
It's still too hot to type. I am going to spend the mornimg sitting in front of the AC and crocheting a zebra for my daughter's baby who will arrive at the end of September - if he's on time. I have thoughts of crocheted or knitted pumpkins and fall leaves to decorate a wreath for the door. I probably won't get things done in time. I should concentrate on Christmas, because I never get things done before the season is over. Anyway, no writing for a while. I need to restore my strength before the Birthday Week begins. |
Well, I have signed up for the Birthday Blog Bash Relay. I think I had better check on the official name and learn it before it starts. Anyway, I have joined a team - The Pedantic Poets Platoon. Members: ~Brian K Compton~ Beholden Ned And I set up a new blog here: "PPC 4" For this contest: "The WDC Birthday Bash Blog Relay" |