Inner Shores *
Everything came to a stand still. Brutally.
Our world shrunk, and suddenly fit inside the walls of our homes.
Time became elastic, ever expanding as more of the same, from one day to the next.
Minutes turned h o u r s.
Silence filled in our previously humming lives.
Within newly imposed constraints came an invitation: to reclaim or re-invent our own time and space.
As if we went on a journey within, exploring our inner shores, stretching our definition of freedom.
Hard as it has been to too many, we had to find strength in our own depth, or find depth when too much of our previous lives was noise, bringing out beauty where we are, instead of seeking it miles away. Revisiting the infinitely slow, the infinitely quiet, the richness that may lie within boredom.
In hindsight, I wanted each of these pictures to remind me of what I could learn from this period of time.
“There are moments in life when a sort of beauty is created by the multiplicity of the troubles that assail us”.
In Search of Lost Time. Marcel Proust