At Year’s End

‘At Year’s End’

2020 has been a rocky path for the world alright.

But the end is in sight!

We hope for better times in 2021, as we do with every New Year. That is the optimism of the human spirit.

I wish those who have stopped by Ebb Then Flood this year every happiness and success (however you may define those things) in 2021. I am hugely grateful for those who viewed, liked and commented on my images and musings, and who also inspired me with their creativity.

Peace, Andy L.

What We Left Behind In Our Wake


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31 December, and 2019 totters on its last legs.

A wilted flower that is about to be chucked out of the vase.

Seriously, another year gone? ( another decade if you want to take the macro view ).

I may have figured out a few things in my life, but not where time goes. Probably fallen down the back of the couch or stashed in a shoebox somewhere…

All I know is that is once it’s been used up, you don’t get it back.

The quantity of time we had this year, if you got to the end of it (RIP to those I knew that didn’t) – is exactly the same for each of us.

The quality of it is an entirely different matter.

Good, bad, indifferent.

Productive or wasteful.

Exultant, Calm, Boring, Unhappy, Tragic.

Was love present?

And, did we actually learn anything new in the 365 days allotted to us this year? About ourselves, others, and the world around us?

Did we make any sort of difference ? (man, I hate that question but it does run the ruler of significance over what you do).

What, exactly, once the churn and froth has subsided, got left behind in our wake?




Christmas time.

‘Tis the season to be jolly! (it’s compulsory apparently)

Also, that time of the year when we look back on what transpired.

Lists are compiled in magazines and on websites of the “best of the year” in various fields and genres, to mark the achievements that signified the 360-odd days thus far.

Day by day, we tread our narrow path, in small steps.

Hindsight is a virtue alright, and as you, and I, look back at the path through the tunnel that was the year almost gone, I hope we reflect on happenings and memories with  a wider, wiser viewpoint.

And that if we didn’t achieve all of our goals, there was progress rather than perfection.

Okay, we can turn back around now, and keep plodding on…