A view of the coastline from Rinsey Head nr Helston in Cornwall looking towards Prussia Cove and Mount’s Bay.
Future Cornish posts will be from my new Under a Cornish Sky blog where I hope you will join me in exploring my new home county.
This blog remains open for future travels and photography challenges as normal.
Paula’s Thursday Special this week features Meg as a guest challenger and her topic is Calligraphy. Please take a look. You won’t be disappointed.
My immediate thought was of the Chinese Garden of Friendship in Sydney. I would have liked to have looked for a less literal translation, but I hope these will do. This wonderful oasis in the city made me feel calm and relaxed and balanced. In harmony you could say.
Do take a close look at the bamboo.
To everything – turn, turn, turn
There is a season – turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
Lots of ways to interpret this week’s photo challenge, but my immediate thoughts were of the Byrd’s song which was a hit in the 1965. Written by Pete Seeger in the late 1950s the words are taken from the bible (Ecclesiastes). The lines are open to myriad interpretations, but as a song they are commonly performed as a plea for world peace, with an emphasis on the closing line:
“a time for peace, I swear it’s not too late.”
In view of what is happening in the world today, I thought that this was an appropriate response, though I hasten to add that I am not in any way religious, despite being drawn to religious buildings and ancient churchyards like this pretty little chapel on the outskirts of Cascais, Portugal.
Time. What does it mean to you? The passing of one minute to the next. One day. A year. A century. A millennium? Is is even possible to think about that? Or do you think of time as being in the workplace. At school. Monday to Friday. 8 a.m. to 5 p.m. Weekends. Holidays. Time off – the weekend. When I was teaching my life seemed to be split into term-times. Breaks when I could have a life. If I wasn’t ill, or had a hundred reports to write or coursework to mark. No, let’s not dwell on that time.
Is time a constraint? Or freedom? Do you take the time to stand and stare? To absorb the beauty that is around you? Or do you rush through life hating to waste time.
Time to sleep. Time to dream. Time to contemplate. Time to have fun. Times of drought. Doing ‘time’. A season. An era. The beat of music. And yes, time does go faster as you grow older.
Can time be timeless? Are you having a good time, the time of your life?
Walking along the shoreline in San Diego I was virtually swamped by an explosion of colour – first these vibrant vending machines offering me a multitude of free advertising leaflets and then a stall full of colourful ceramic fishes.
I was definitely getting into the carnival spirit
and by the time I reached the kites down at Seaport Village
my energy levels were rising
and I was feeling very happy. After all it was February and here I was walking in sunny California 🙂
Don’t you feel more cheerful now?
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