I find myself lately very discouraged about our country’s current leader’s ability to look at people and world events clearly. Everything he does seems to be filtered through his own highly damaged ego.
This fear brought this older photograph to mind. The picture is of a window in an old abandoned house down the road from where we used to live in Maine. It stands up fine on its own but I now find it symbolic of my current concern for our country.
Old age slows us down. That’s a given. But there are some people who accept their infirmities gracefully and just keep on chugging. This guy is one of them. He’s almost deaf and walks very slowly, bent over with a cane. He’s kind, always polite, almost courtly.
When I took this picture, he was trudging back to his house after taking his beloved Corgi for a walk. It’s a regular part of his day and we’ve never seen him go by without his sportcoat on even though his place is deep in the country and there is no need for that kind of formality.
The dog and he are such close companions. It is always lovely to see the two of them together.
I’m always happy to find a small object that tells a much bigger story.
Meditation, for me, helps me understand the incredible beauty and fragility of life. Our overblown sense of self and little puffed up egos fade as stillness clears our mind. I planted this tree. It was less than two feet tall then. It will still be there after I’m gone. That makes me happy.
I know this is not your conventional high-end photograph. But today while I was getting the oil changed in our Honda, I took a quick shot of the guy working on it. Looking at the elements in the picture, the color, composition etc., it isn’t bad. What might throw people off is the subject matter. However, I would contend that images like this have a place in our work. They may seem plebian now but later in time, who knows.
Sea, sky, boats, clouds, beach and a smattering of people. All elements present and accounted for!