a lesson in impermanence

 It was twenty below zero when I got up this morning.

I decided, just this one time, NOT to embrace the present, but to look to the past.

I went through photos I had taken of the Dummerston covered bridge, under which I enjoyed many days of swimming on hot summer days.

I got out my old Etch A Sketch and did a rendering of one of the photos. I was pleased with the outcome, then wanted to do another summer scene. It meant erasing the hour of work I had just completed.

I was surprised to find it gratifying to give the thing a good ten second shake then overturn it to find a brand new slate.

Like life.

Daily life.

-GG