‘On Good Friday’
Man, the Easter weather has really turned, and the yellow leaves referred to in the lyrics on the previous post are now soggy yellow leaves. Wet old day, so now feel compelled to post a link to The Kinks’s song to brighten the mood. At least will have a rain delay on leaf raking!
Sorry if I am repeating myself – actually not really, there can be virtue in repetition (well you gotta tell yourself that just to get through this life!)…this is another in the ‘Wharf ‘ series; studies of the ‘space in between’.
And, given that it is Easter after all ,right now the recurring motif is about the place between death and resurrection, endings and beginnings. No pause is without purpose. Be the barnacle and hang on in there…
The bloom of the NZ-endemic toetoe grass feels right as my non -religious symbol for Easter time – soft and feathery but standing defiant in the crisp breeze, flexing and then returning to position -incandescent gold in the late afternoon sun. Gorgeous….something about them lifts the spirit.