A blog chronicling my departure from urban life on the east coast to sheep farm and cheese making life on the west coast. Still recounting the meals I have eaten in my new setting, but with more sheep thrown into the mix.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
The Problem With Small Monuments
Or, maybe: The Trouble With Small Monuments.
Monuments not made out of stone or metal. Hardly ever monumental.
1 comment:
Anonymous
said...
Small monuments indeed. I find it hard to dump photos, or even really put them out of places of prominence in my space, then I have a fit of tidying/cleaning/rearranging and/or purging and put them all someplace safe. Like a big trunk, or the top shelf of a closet, or in a sturdy box under my bed. And I forget about them. Then in the next purge I find them, and I stop, sigh, touch them, remember all the important stuff, and sift. This one goes here, this one goes back into photo purgatory, this hmmm what was I thinking.
They are all pieces of your life, only you know the backstory, the forward tale, the next moment and the moment that preceded. If they make you feel a bit squirrelly now, put them up. If they don't, keep them displayed or somewhere out and about where you can see them. Tricky, no doubt.
I see some I recognize...and they make me happy in an odd sort of way.
1 comment:
Small monuments indeed. I find it hard to dump photos, or even really put them out of places of prominence in my space, then I have a fit of tidying/cleaning/rearranging and/or purging and put them all someplace safe. Like a big trunk, or the top shelf of a closet, or in a sturdy box under my bed. And I forget about them. Then in the next purge I find them, and I stop, sigh, touch them, remember all the important stuff, and sift. This one goes here, this one goes back into photo purgatory, this hmmm what was I thinking.
They are all pieces of your life, only you know the backstory, the forward tale, the next moment and the moment that preceded. If they make you feel a bit squirrelly now, put them up. If they don't, keep them displayed or somewhere out and about where you can see them. Tricky, no doubt.
I see some I recognize...and they make me happy in an odd sort of way.
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