I borrowed a book from a
friend, The Illusion of the End, by Jean Baudrillard, a French postmodern
theorist.
Aside from my love of all
things French, what attracted me to the book was the jacket blurb on the back
cover re the books thesis or argument that “the notion of the end is part of
the fantasy of a linear history.”
From The Last Wave
(Australian movie of my young adulthood, a movie that
explores the intersection of Aboriginal dream time with that on the wrist
watch), to the Deja Vu of formative music years, to today’s immediate stimuli
bringing to life “past” experiences (see Negley Park post), senses of time have
long appealed to me.
Nostalgia and newness seem to
be inexorably linked, and become, or are, a conjugation of past, present, and
future.
Time defines space, and
place, as much as longitude and latitude.
I often try to walk as slowly as I can, and in doing so speed up the sensory intake. Sight, smell, and sound take on a richness, and become a more complete meal when seasoned with time.
Still no “new” photos to
post, but do have an archival bunch from a prior walk to the mouth of the
Hopkins River and back.
This walk is new every time,
yet its attraction is its sameness....
The benchmark of any good walk: Think Of Others. Travel Slowly.
Bridge across a sea of green.
Looking back at Lady Bay, where I've been, and soon enough to be where I'm going.
Not sure if coming or going, but follow the yellow brick road.
Nearing the end of the road. One good turn deserves another.
Two paths diverged in the sunshine. I took the one most lit.
Brown and grey seeds, yellow flowers, black and white magpie, and fifty shades of green.
Bunyips in daytime disguise as bunnies.
A river runs through it to the sea.
East meets west looking north.
Outstanding tree out standing in its field.
Greens, a grey, and blues are a very palatable treat.
This grass is the best.
On the verge of something great.
Losing track of time.
I realize now how we are genetically related, in our shared appreciation for slowing.down.and.paying.attention. =)
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