abstract art?
The past, present/ now and tomorrow.
Standing there on the railway ties, looking down the line, I wondered how often, a train travelled down, past were I was standing.
I had stopped to talk to the cattle on the the hill. Saw them from the road, pulled over to the side of the road and turned back. They couldn’t have cared less, who was this strange being calling to them from the fence. The horses in the top picture, were not interested in giving me the time of day either. Just because i wanted to interact with them… didn’t mean that they would be interested in dialog with me. Such is life.
The world in abstract, the sign, lured me with its emptiness, half there, I still found it beautiful.
The trees planted in a line along a now unused road, still had a sense of majesty to them. True they no longer created a wind break for the horses, in the now empty field… but they stood tall, and gave dignity to the landscape.
The two hoses checking me out, were new to the paddock having arrived just a few days earlier, to them, I was a curiosity, they still had to figure out if i would be part of their new lives.
We are all transient, some times we get to stay a little longer than others, in one place or another, the reality is… no two moments are the same.
Trains were a way to escape to distant places. Now of course, to go even further we have planes. The truth is, no matter where we go, or how many miles we put between us and yesterday, we are always still abstractly speaking, right where we always are. In our personal space. Dealing with the NOW we cannot avoid.
Oyashikiri
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