It has been said that a picture is worth a thousand words. In some cases, that statement is true.
At other times, not so much.
But when I go out with my camera, and just have a look around… No matter where I am standing… or for that matter…. the place or the time…. I can see a thousand different pictures. And each of them have a thousand different words…. which add up to a thousand different stories.
The other day, I walked down a random alley in town. I saw so many things that made me wonder, or gave me things to consider. I will imagines those stories, about those sights, or circumstances.
An old towel left draped over a fence.
Three dogs, in junkyard dog world.
A brick wall, still standing, but barely.
It all seems to me…. that much has transpired here… in all the time before I arrived. Arrived on this scene with my camera in hand, to capture these things in this precise moment.
And after I leave, they will change again.
It is simply, the passage of time. Never before. Never again.
It is my guess that we shouldn’t wish that time away…. or even wish for it back. But while it is here, we should drink it in, for all it is worth. We might be doing our best when we are in each moment, being aware. And simply. Being.
Creating a thousand pictures. With a thousand words. Each and every precise moment of our lives.