Tuesday, October 23, 2007

THE PRINTS IN THE SAND HAND


ETCHED INDELIBLY
NATURE
LEAVES IT'S MARK
ON MY HAND
AND
THE INNER CORE
OF MY BEING
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zirelda said...

There is a highway I used to sit and contemplate because they built a reservoir in the middle of it and rerouted the road.

On a clear day I could see the road go way down in the water and I was very intrigued by the way the sand and the wind and the water were eroding the highway. I took a picture once, (I no longer have it) and titled it "Nature Reclaims".

There is so much that we do that makes so little impression on the world. I saw a day when we are all gone and nature working slowly and surely to erase every trace that we were ever here. Why should she hurry after all?

Wednesday, October 24, 2007
derick said...

hello Z
time is ephemeral---look at the ancient civilisation of the maya, toltecs and the aztecs---their cities were over run by the jungle's

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

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