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.
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Creation of Inspiration
I was once told everything in life is temporary. The ditch by my house 2 years ago that flourished with life is now a dry trench. The drought is absorbing all the moisture through an invisible straw. This place has turned into nothing, but a memory that refuses to vanish. The fragments left in my mind are barely held by inconspicuous fingertips. This place is changing all the time, but is the change really worth seeing? In the end nothing EVER really stays the same.
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