Sorry I haven't posted lately. I was almost shocked to see it's been nearly two weeks—though I hadn't realized the gap was anything like that long. Time got away from me, I guess. And while I'd like to claim I've been working at a breakneck pace, leading a life of frantic importance and creative productivity, the truth is more mundane, more prodigal than profitable. I haven't been lazing around, but I haven't accomplished much, either.
The fact is, I can't offer a clue as to what has so occupied my hours during these dozen intervening days that I somehow failed to put up a single photo accompanied by a dribble of shaky prose.
Nevertheless, I have been making a few photographs—"capturing images" as we digitally reformed say nowadays, as if our Nikon-toting patrols were akin to skulking sorties intent on live-trapping feral cats. These captured images are, admittedly, rather prosaic…though in my mind, that's often part of their appeal. The gone-to-seed dandelion above being a prime example. Pretty, even charming, but in a wholly ordinary sort of way.
If less is more, then today's offering is at least something, and tomorrow's might well exceed that standard—though it may not come until the day after—but for now I must rush off for reasons that momentarily escape me. In closing, might I say I do believe I'm a bit too harried? In an ambiguous, dissipated, loopy sort of way, of course. Or as a friend once admitted of himself…perhaps my insanity is finally catching up.
16 comments:
HI GRIZZ - so good to "see" you. Time certainly is a mystery and more often than not it is a thief!
I am in a bit of transition or surrender mode as my reality deepens. A complicated time for sure. Still, much to be thankful for,many blessings to count and hope and faith upon which to rely.
Love Gail
peace....
The ordinary--the dandelion puffball--is positively extraordinary.
And, one can never outrun one's own insanity.
:-)
Gail…
For one and all, time always, always wins. Yet what is life other than one extended transition? The living is within the moment—not yesterday or tomorrow…today, right now; it's the only point where life and time meet, the one good place. We must all surrender in our own ways, as time and life have directed; reality is merely our perception of that place—time's here and now moment. You have faith and hope, love and direction. Many blessings. I know you, you will occupy your space well, exceed your dreams, find your peace amid these complications.
Really.
Truly.
No question whatsoever.
KGMom…
Right on both counts…I concur and confess.
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There used to be a Bing Crosy song in an old film when I was a girl (and that was definitely not yesterday) which went something like 'we're busy doin' nothing, working the whole day through'. I have plenty of days like that Grizz.
HI AGAIN and "thank you" Your wise words bring me comfort and peace. And I am forging on with my truth and faith and blessings in tow - again, thank you.....
Love Gail
peace.....
No need to apologise, Grizz – time quietly dissipates while we're looking the other way (or not looking, or meaning to take a photo, or gazing at the river), and suddenly it's damn near summer!
We shall always be here.
Weaver…
Yes, I do, too. Sometimes I wonder how it is that I used to be able to get so much more done in a day. Not only that, have space in there—stretches of open time—which I could use for whatever struck my fancy…including absolutely nothing. They don't seem to make days like that anymore.
Gail…
We're all doing more or less the same—forging ahead, taking our days as they come, one at a time, for better or worse. You just seem to manage with a bit more grace.
Solitary…
I haven't been myself lately, I know. Maybe I need summer. I dunno. But I truly appreciate your words…your kindness. Thank you.
A truly beautiful image, Grizz, and, by the way, there is no need to apologize about the regularity of your postings. Personally, I've decided to suspend active posting until summer's end. The computer and I need a little time apart, though no divorce is contemplated.
Love the picture. May have to borrow the quote.
George…
Thank you, as always. I didn't really intend the post to sound so apologetic—never thought that was what it was all about, really. But I see now, in fact, it was…though mostly, I think, a sort of apology to myself for getting so caught up in the trifles and ephemera that I didn't find time to do one of the things I truly enjoy. And I do enjoy doing this blog—posting, reading comments, answering. I like the sharing, the feedback, the freedom, the forum, and more than anything, the communicating with those who take a portion of their finite allotment of precious time to read my drivel and write. When you think about it, that's quite a gift; an honor. And one I appreciate very much.
I write almost every day; I'm on the computer almost every day. Even on days when I skip one, I generally do the other. I hope you at least check in from time to time during your hiatus…and I look forward to any future posts, whenever the spirit nudges you back into action.
Robin…
Please borrow the quote at will. I did. A quote worth remembering is one already 90 percent appropriated—why not poach the thing wholeheartedly? :-)
AHA! What'd I tell ya. Blogging just gets harder and harder and the posts further apart. I think we've said it all, photographed it all, and heard it all. Still, I'd rather do it again that give it up completely. It's hard to let go of blogging friends. In fact, I just met some in Texas. Check me out for some good photos of Texas missions.
Deb
Debbie…
For me, blogging is easy and really enjoyable—every part of it. Ideas, words, conversations—none of it seems the last bit hard. And—again, for me—while I've thought about changing the blog's character—and very well may—it's wouldn't be about giving the blog up or letting go, more about giving up or letting go the parts of my life and daily schedule and all the trivial…stuff…that eats up my time and energy. As long as I have even a handful of readers, I'll blog…and I suspect I'd probably blog anyway, do a sort of private journal, more intimate, personal, revealing, less outdoorsy and "written." Just straight-ahead recording of pretty much everything.
By the way, I thought I'd read your last post…but guess I haven't. I will, though.
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