The decaying leaves next to the permanence of rock are for me a symbol of transience and permanence. I’ve been touched by the age and presence of stone. Everywhere reminders of the past and the distant past stand firm and unmoved, but around these monoliths of time and memory , both great and small, is the ever changing and vulnerable elements of life. Being part of nature the question arises, is there some sort of permanence in our transient lives? Is there some part of us also encapsulated in “stone”? I wonder?
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