*this* John W. Hays' take on things and experiences
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Written by johnwhays
May 3, 2017 at 6:00 am
Posted in Creative Writing, Images Captured
Tagged with change, concrete, cracked, creative writing, images, photography, poem, poetry, shop floor, words on images
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Except the shop floor can be repaired; the ice shelf is gone forever and the oceans rose just that little bit.
obsidcomm
May 3, 2017 at 12:26 pm
Good point. Operating on two different planes of significance.
johnwhays
May 3, 2017 at 7:18 pm
Impermanence, thanks for sharing.
Jim Parker (@drjparker)
May 3, 2017 at 8:40 am
I like that word, impermanence. At the same time, I liked the shop floor better before it succumbed to the pressures of change.
johnwhays
May 3, 2017 at 8:53 am
Insightful
George Walker
May 3, 2017 at 6:26 am
Thank you!
johnwhays
May 3, 2017 at 8:09 am