Have you ever noticed how people can look at things, and then suddenly without any real thought, describe them as boring? Life for them has to be upbeat, constantly changing and always providing an atmosphere for the latest fad to flourish and die.
I wonder if this has anything to do with our shallowness of sight? Can the same thing be seen differently every time? I believe it can. Van Gogh painted sun flowers until they came out of his ears, yet every one different in a myriad of ways. Lady Fi is a blog I love following. She takes photos of a beautiful lake with a jetty strutting out in to the water, often with her dog Oscar in the scene. I’ve seen this lake from every angle, in every season, in every kind of light and weather and it never ceases to amaze me. There’s always something new about it. The beauty of the scenes are embedded in me and I can’t wait for the next portrayal – an incredible example of seeing the same thing, but always differently, each image displaying a unique beauty of its own.
It seems to me that once we think we know something, we actually stop seeing it. Shallowness of sight and boredom will always embrace and feed each other.