I like the interplay of permanence and change wrapped in the seemingly simple process of digging for worms. The notion of a million grains of sand coming and going but the sandbank retaining its shape… Nothing stays the same except in our minds. Even then, cherished memories can be illusive.
How many times have we returned to places where the shape is retained but the feeling still waves at us from a distance…
I like the interplay of permanence and change wrapped in the seemingly simple process of digging for worms. The notion of a million grains of sand coming and going but the sandbank retaining its shape… Nothing stays the same except in our minds. Even then, cherished memories can be illusive.
How many times have we returned to places where the shape is retained but the feeling still waves at us from a distance…