Yesterday was dedicated to sorting more than several thousand photos captured in 2024. The files are archived from the iphone to this laptop. Moments in time were photographed in response to an undefined sense in my body. “Right here and right now ‘this’ penetrates more deeply than I can know,…” Or even, “has meaning, reaching places and times that I barely comprehend,…” On a hunch I capture the moment, capturing time and place by the wizardry of Apple engineering to a jpg file.

Nietzsche suggests time’s passage, the retrospective look, allows us to identify the precious, durable, iconic, out-of-the-talings, slivers of time extracted from the detritus of our experience. The forms, the designs, the concatenations of figure and ground, juxtapositions of color which ineffably energize appear upon the second, or third moment, of our lingering gaze. Here are a few images that echo in my being as lustrous, deliciously-creating-worlds. Thoughts? Do not hesitate to comment! 

What!
must we conceive of a work
exactly in the spirit of the age
that has produced it?

but we experience
greater delight and surprise,
and get more information out of it
when we do not
conceive it in this spirit!

Have you not remarked
that every new and good work,
so long as it is exposed
to the damp air of its own age is least valuable
—just because it still has about it
all the odour
of the market,
of opposition,
of modern ideas, and
of all that is transient from day to day?

Later on, however,
it dries up, its “actuality” dies away:
and then only
does it obtain its deep lustre
and its perfume
—and also,
if it is destined for it,
the calm eye
of eternity.

The Dawn Of Day by Friedrich Nietzsche, trans. by J. M. Kennedy, aphorism 506

This tune has served often as our lifeline!  If You Could Read My Mind by Gordon Lightfoot.