On the last day of the world
I would want to plant a tree.
~ W. S. Merwin
I woke up early this morning, looked out the window, and all I could see were clouds of blueish gray that had come down from the sky to hug the ground.
I immediately got dressed, grabbed the camera, and walked out into the mist, and wondered, as I felt the fog surround me, if I, too, would disappear in the murkiness of the morning.
Nothing divides one so much as thought.
~ R. H. Blyth
As I walked farther out, to the meadows, then into the woods, and out to the creek, it seemed as though for a little while I did fade away, dissolve, become the mistiness of the morning.
Nothing we look at is ever seen without some shift and flicker — that constant flaking of vision which we take as imperfections of the eye or simply the instability of attention itself; and we ignore this illusory screen for the solid reality behind it. But the solid reality is the illusion; the shift and flicker is all there is.
~ Samuel R. Delany
I sat out on the dock for a while listening to the sounds of the morning. The fog thickened until I could barely see anything in front of me, but the world was filled with sounds. Birds singing and squawking and crowing and cawing. Rustling in the grasses. Fish and other creatures splashing in the creek. I looked down once and saw a crab swimming near the surface of the water.
Eventually I came back to myself, and it was time to leave. I left the fog-shrouded creek, walked back through the mist in the forest, and had one last look at the meadow before walking through the door and into the house, ready to start my day.
Sometimes one sees the world in a way one is not aware of at other times. We’re never really seeing the world, we’re only seeing a moment’s take on the world. This is true of images. Images are a way of seeing the world which you didn’t notice before, and something you cannot make by an act of will; it’s something that is suddenly revealed to you. The world has layers, and you start seeing that these layers happen all at once; they’re all together. I think that’s what is startling about images. At the moment of seeing, they seem so obvious. Why didn’t I see that before?
~ W. S. Merwin
Thank you for joining me on another walk. I hope this finds you happy and well.
Be good, be kind, be gentle. Just Be. :)