words and art by w a l t e r w s m i t h

A Beautiful Time Gone, Is Like A Moment That Never Happened

Sometimes there is a beautiful journey just waiting to happen….

Searching for the ferry on the docks

A journey has its moments. A beginning, a middle, and an end. Sometimes it is a physical journey, but most often it is one of internal longing and desire. A journey of memories. It is a beginning where we once believed in something, someone or someplace. Then perhaps a middle, when while living in the present moment, we believed time stood still, and there was no tomorrow. Or perhaps a tomorrow we could come to love. And then there is the end. An ending. A final moment. Magic and lost, beauty and longing for what was. The memory of beautiful times gone, like the fleeing of dreams in the waking of a new day.

I often see things through the spectrum of my experiences, while questioning the meaning of it all. But desiring to have no grounded answer to mislead me.

Sometimes in our awareness the journey has long since come to an end….

10 responses

  1. Reblogged this on Conceptual Art.

    March 17, 2012 at 7:57 am

  2. A journey has its moments. A beginning, a middle, and an end…love your thoughts here in combination with the image…like the fleeing of dreams in the waking of a new day….love it walter

    March 17, 2012 at 7:45 pm

    • Thank you Claudia. I was feeling quite amount of ambiguity about the choices we make in life. And the what journey we embark on becaue of those choices.

      March 18, 2012 at 4:20 pm

  3. beautifully said

    March 18, 2012 at 3:22 am

  4. Ina

    I love the picture of the ferry in New Orleans, the lines confuse me, it is like an Esscher image (maybe I just need new glasses though lol ). The bridge and the landings seem to absorb the ferry!

    The poem is also beautiful and deep in thought. Ending a journey always has a bit of sadness I think.

    March 18, 2012 at 12:00 pm

    • Thanks Ina. I wanted the image to again have a painters feeling I love to incorporate this effect for landscapes. Glad you like the prose. I was definitely trying to find and express “somethin” elusive.

      March 18, 2012 at 4:25 pm

  5. A journey of memories. I love that sentence, that feeling. And the image is beautiful, slightly distorted, so you find something new each time you look at it.

    March 19, 2012 at 6:42 am

    • Thanks Marion, I think I am in a rather contemplative mood about memories and choices. Probably will continue this non-linear emotion in my next post.

      March 20, 2012 at 4:20 am

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