Well, it’s here, the first snow of the winter on the last rose of summer. Sometimes a photopgraph can take seemingly unconnected facts that are stretched out in time and show how they are really opposite poles of the same thing. Summer, winter..yet here they are together in a portrait. Red, white; blood, snow; life, death; the end and the beginning…each opposite contains the other. In summer winter grows, in winter summer grows. Can one be known without the other.
Photographs can make you reflect. Is not everything one, and the many but an illusion. Maybe the parts– all the names and forms– have just been added by the mind so the mind can talk and think it really knows something. Beauty comes when the mind is quiet and thought is struck dumb by wonder.
Posted under General Observations
This post was written by ed on December 6, 2005