...dust to dust
London, ON, April 2007 [Click to enlarge]
Quick note before I click the Publish button: I thought I'd briefly switch gears and post an image that's been embedding itself into my head for the past couple of weeks since I took it. The neat travel, the career shift, the photography and the writing all make for fun topics of discussion, but this picture reinforces - in my mind, at least - why all of those great slices of me matter in the first place. Simply put, they're meaningful because they allow me the luxury of lingering in my daughter's classroom (and by extension the [event/life's experience] of [fill in all of our kids' names here]) and taking in the moment. I wish for many more chalk circle moments in my life. And yours.
In my daughter's fourth-grade classroom, there's a box of chalk that just begs to be captured. As I stare into the dusty box, I see colors and textures that I don't want to forget. So while the kids play and their parents chat, I surreptitiously take a macro shot with my wife's camera.
Eventually, it'll all be dust. For now, however, it inspires me to keep looking for brilliant colors in unexpected places.
Your turn: Where do you find color in your life? Think metaphorically, if you wish.
One more thing: Bonus points if you muse on the significance of the title of this entry. Have fun with it...