A week ago, I was so struck, as I came up over a hill, to actually be able to see the end of the storm–see it in the sky. At its source. Rather than notice the rain had stopped or it was getting lighter outside.
Sometimes it’s easy to see the endings of things. But sometimes you don’t know it’s the end until you look up to see the next thing has started.
One morning recently, I woke to find bare branches. And I thought, so fall is over just like that.
We’re nearing the end of another year, and I’m looking around trying to see it happening.
…
I’m writing from the road, I had to see,
and not just know, to see clearly
the sights and fires of a single world…
~from “To See” by Adam Zagajewski
Without End
Awesome photo!
Lovely, Cynthia.
Poignant all around. Endings, beginning…
Seems like the roads never end.
Richard, Darrelyn, Jodi, and Sivri–thanks so much for your thoughts.
what a painterly photo. i came across it late, but wow, glad i didn’t miss it!
Diane, great to hear from you! And thanks for your comment. Sometimes you just get lucky with a shot–this one taken with my iPhone! Hope you are well.