One of the cool things about photography is the illusion that I get to control two huge players in the universe: light and time. If the camera stares at something long enough it eventually stops looking like itself and starts to look like the smooth surface that enough time seems to impart to memory. It‘s only true for bodies in motion however, like the water in the picture above. The chaos of each little ripple is relieved by just leaving the camera to look at it long enough. Emily Dickinson believed that the passing of time doesn‘t help..
They say that “Time assuages”
Time never did assuage –
An actual suffering strengthens
As Sinews do, with age
The suffering is the problem. Pain, inconvenience, “bad days” pass like a stream and start to look different as soon as they reach the rear view mirror. I have learned (and said here, recently even) that my attachments cause the suffering. They keep the painful stuff right in front of me, frozen, while just beneath that, time and pain and this moment and that moment and happiness and a good day and a hard day and everything else, flow away like watercolors in the rain.