what i forgot to do last night was process my clock shots from the archive. the day's prompt is "clocks". and what i found out, after all these years, is that i do not know how to re-size so that the photos will fit each slot in this collage. after an hour, i just admitted that i suck at it. or maybe it was the program and not me. yes, that's it. the shots were taken from 2012 through to 2017.
some things fascinate me more than others. like watches and clocks. time fascinates me and irritates me all at once. funny how when we were young, at least when i was young, time went so slow. i wanted to be a grown up so i could make my way in the world. i wanted to be so many things -- a lawyer, an agriculturist, a singer, a fashion designer, a writer, a painter, a soldier, an announcer, a philanthropist. what happened? i got distracted that's what happened. by love, by life, by people, by things, by circumstances. and still time marches on, without waiting for me or for you, us. it's neither our enemy nor our friend. time is just is and clocks remind us of that.
except of course when the clock stops, although it doesn't mean time stops, too. it only means you need to change battery or you need a new clock. tee-hee!
I like your time eulogy and the clocks are wonderful - good to use the analogy of the distorted clock to illustrate how time gets distorted for us - according to whether we are young or old, in pain or in pleasure.
