Photo Challenge
Transient
Drifters, nomads, and even the state of impermanence: this week, share your photos of transient.
Whether washed ashore, floating on air, at the mercy of ocean currents, or wandering the earth, passers-through captivate me. When I find driftwood on the beach, I think about its adventures. How many storms at sea did it endure? How many birds took rest on it as it bobbed in the open ocean? It was once rich brown and rough with bark, and now it’s sun-bleached and smooth as satin. Where did it come from? How far did it travel? What stories would it tell if it could talk, and how long before it will move on again?
the crafty lady in combat boots 