“Everything changes and nothing remains still …
you cannot step twice into the same stream.” Heraclitus
I walk through a park almost daily. It is never the same park twice. Yesterday I passed beneath an elm, my feet ankle deep in a soft carpet of fallen seeds in their springy green husks. I filled my bag with handfuls of them and later the same day turned them into a suite of eco collographs. The above is one of them.
Earlier in the week I passed a pleasantly prickly hour picking blackberries and turned them into 3lbs of zingy blackberry jam. (Next time I go blackberrying I won’t wear white pants – by the time I’d finished I looked like I’d been savaged by The Hound of the Baskervilles).
What park will I find there tomorrow? I’m hoping for more blackberries, to turn into blackberry vinegar.
I like finding things to turn into other things.