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. |
Raspberries have many excellent qualities. Raspberries are low in carbohydrates, meaning that it's alright to have a few. You could have five blueberries, or a fistful of raspberries with less impact from the raspberries. Raspberries hold their shape but are very soft. They don't put up resistance to being eaten the way crisp apples do. You could gum a raspberry to death, no teeth necessary. They are not as tart as strawberries and don't require slicing or dark chocolate to make them palatable. A raspberry is a fruit just begging to be eaten. I love raspberries, even though the fresh ones must be eaten quickly before they start to shrivel and look ugly. I would love raspberries even more if they weren't so furry. |