photo: clearly a technical failure, when I tried to capture cute ducks on my phone, but I still like the result, the contrast between the goldent light and the shadow, the entanglement of branches that looks messy, a little like life, when one wonders if one has ever understood its instruction book.
we sometimes go together in the same direction
we sometimes cross paths without seeing one another and
sometimes we are heading to the same place without knowing it
photo: Botanical Garden, Nelson, a duck projects itself into the light and its murky reflection attracts attention until it goes back into the shadow of the pond.
There she was, the old lady I would become, I said to myself, as I saw her every morning, resolved to walk about town with her shopping bag. She was there, then one day she wasn’t.
photo : when the ducks think they are gods, they transform Nelson botanical gardens in an Impressionist painting.
It was the hour of silence at dusk. I ask him: « Who do you think you are? » In his eyes, deep as the secrets of the ocean, a spark of defiance: « I think I am God », in his firm, inflexible, unwavering voice « like old stones ». But I remain silent, for the gods are many and faith, well, is ephemeral. The wind whispered through the sheets stories of forgotten deities, of power lost in the sands of time. And you, a mere mortal, enveloped in your grandeur, did not touch my soul. I have seen gods fall, I have seen their temple crumble, and your proclamation, good Heavens, was but a whisper in the vastness of the night.
The Botanical Garden has gone back to the ducks, ever since the flooding of the past few days, when 300mm of rain (in four days, instead of the usual 80mm) caused landslides, road closures, extensive damage to an important number of houses, as well as the evacuation of many residents. The only ones not complaining about the situation seem to be the ducks, who are taking full advantage of their garden.
We will live together
without bothering one another
enough space between us
without being to far from
those who look like us and
those who do not resemble us as much
