Thursday, December 29, 2011
I used another sheet of those trees last night - I wanted a completely different look this time, more to do with time and the passing of time, and growing up. The light is a bit funny on the photo, but its plain, there's nothing else there. The text is from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran, the section about your children being the sons and daughters of life's longing for itself and how you can only ever hold their hearts for a little while, but never own them. I can't believe the photo was taken 20 years ago, wow, how time does pass! That little boy is pretty much as tall as a tree now, and his Granddad has long gone to the great orchestra in the sky, where he can hear the wind in the trees and see the starlight.