Sakura Song.

You know the words “Swan Song”? It roughly translates to the last thing done/last part of an event, like the last episode of a TV show, or the last tour a group does before it breaks up for good. Thats what this picture feels like to me.

I shot this in May, along with the previous picture I posted, and then i didnt touch my camera again. The entire of summer, and now half of autumn. Why? There was nothing to shoot. Nothing to shoot. Get that? I felt, like there was nothing in my life, in the world around me, interesting enough to shoot. The world around me, was not worthy enough of being inspired by. Was not worthy enough to strike wonder and amazement. That, my dear readers, is an inadequate excuse, and a sad, sorry way to perceive the world. In a word, it’s pathetic.
Everything is intriguing. Everything has beauty. There is potential in all, and all has potential. From the simplest of leaves, to the mightiest of trees. To ponder on a part of it is to ponder on it as a whole. If one took a moment, a minute, juse to be present, to take in ones surroundings, the sheer complexities of the happening on a macro and micro level at every waking moment, just around them. There marching of the ants, the rotation of the moon. Everything has its place, and there is a place for everything. One moment, to contemplate, and you’ll soon realise how much there actually is to achieve, to see, to do, to learn. That’s my goal. From now till at least the end of this year, I want to try and perceive the world properly. To make the uninteresting, interesting. To see what we have around us, what we take for granted, and to make it special again. To become impressed by the microscopic detail, that everything has be contrived by. And i intend to take you with me, and to wake up that inner awe, we’ve all seem to have lost.

Watch this space. For real this time.

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