Frozen in time --

labyrinth-like fingerprint.  Much to think about as the upright oaks in the field across the way spill shadows like runes.  

 

Roses & baby's breath

Roses like paper poems and baby's breath like tiny suspended snowdrops.  Has dying ever been more tranquil, more beautiful.  All held by time.  

Have you ever pondered

the difference between dried and desiccated?  Take your answer and apply to humans.  Then, jump off a precipe and apply your answer to time.  Perfect musings for a Saturday, don't you think? 

 

Fondly remembering,

fondly anticipating the return of Fuyu in late summer, early fall.  Isn't time that slender thread in the moment connecting past and future?   

Pigment flows into pigment

Liquid magic.  Glass involved.  During which a pleasant Chinese meal enjoyed, I think of all things flowing:  time, pigment, clouds, thoughts, your hand through water.   

Whatever is happening

 is certainly taking its time.  What/who else is taking up time?

Now is not the time to change your mind

and decide you're more comfortable with everything in alignment.  That time has passed.  As you dear friend Eleanor would tell you, "Time is not rewindable.  Nor can too much salt be extracted from a dish." Put on your red shoes and go for a walk.