Saturday, January 23, 2016

New growth

   I noticed this patch of soil and grass as I passed a spot in Golden Gate Park that I had just recently wrote about in another blog for the frequency that I see skunks here. Having nothing to do with the skunk population as far as I can tell, I noticed this area for the small, young spurts of greenery which looked beautiful to me in the early morning, illuminated as it was by hints of direct sunlight, which have been few of late, though I'm just fine with the rain too, for now.
   Living a life where I sometimes find it difficult to see the movements and changes of the natural world as much as I would like to (but certainly a lot more than than all of those years that I lived in New York City), I find it wonderful to see something as simple, small, yet beautiful as a bit of green coming up from the soil from where it springs. Although certainly not heroic, there is something still valiant here to me.
   When I remember to slow down a bit and really look closely, I am reminded that all living things are probably just trying to make lives for themselves the best way that they are able to, even those people who I really dislike and rarely apply this thought to.




Thursday, January 14, 2016

Layers

   As I was walking a few days ago I noticed a patch of asphalt where the surface smoothness had been compromised, forming a depression which revealed the material below. Within this area there was a small puddle formed by the rains of a few days earlier, though receded a bit from the day before when I first noticed it. 
   In the picture below, it appears like what you are seeing could be an aerial view of a lake, but what interested me (and perhaps it looked quite different in person than it appears in the picture) was not this, but were the layers created by the revelation through the damaged surface, and the resulting creation of another surface by the collected rainfall. 
   I don't know if other people can feel the changes that occur through the passage of events, but I have a really hard time understanding time and its' supposed passage in a physical way, so seeing its' evidence, as in the photo, serves as both an illustration and proof that it actually happens.
  
Proof positive?