Since the beginning of this observation project I've learned that there are many things we overlook everyday, every minute and every second that we are alive. We are unconscious of the hidden world under our noses. I've recently started to see this world unravel right before my eyes, one that's full of wonders and marvelous phenomenons that I never knew were there. The ditch by my house has shown me abandoned homes such as the burrow that has grown cobwebs on its edges due to the lack of nourishment. The footsteps of the abundant ebony ants seem as loud as a metropolis and the shrubs on the sidelines seem to be dancing to the waltz of life. However I start to think, the more this new environment flourishes and the more the crawly insects build their utopia what will happen when the water comes back? if it ever does, but I guess that's what mother nature does. Evolve. Still the surrounding trees seem to whisper to me their worries of suddenly being propelled to the land of the forgotten. Yet I know that at least there will be one person who sees the hidden beauty behind concealing gates. That's what matters, that's whats significant. That's why i'm here.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
The Hidden World
Since the beginning of this observation project I've learned that there are many things we overlook everyday, every minute and every second that we are alive. We are unconscious of the hidden world under our noses. I've recently started to see this world unravel right before my eyes, one that's full of wonders and marvelous phenomenons that I never knew were there. The ditch by my house has shown me abandoned homes such as the burrow that has grown cobwebs on its edges due to the lack of nourishment. The footsteps of the abundant ebony ants seem as loud as a metropolis and the shrubs on the sidelines seem to be dancing to the waltz of life. However I start to think, the more this new environment flourishes and the more the crawly insects build their utopia what will happen when the water comes back? if it ever does, but I guess that's what mother nature does. Evolve. Still the surrounding trees seem to whisper to me their worries of suddenly being propelled to the land of the forgotten. Yet I know that at least there will be one person who sees the hidden beauty behind concealing gates. That's what matters, that's whats significant. That's why i'm here.
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Whenever the river is low enough for a season or a year, willows and cottonwoods take root in the new land, only to be drowned when the waters return.
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