Photo by S.W. Cosgrove
For my last photo of 2020,
I leave three symbols:
A bare, dying tree
A single crow
A rainbow
Make of them what you will, or make nothing at all.
Symbols
Month: December 2020
Ebb tide
Photo by S.W. Cosgrove
As the winter tide ebbs at dusk,
so shall it rise in a new day,
the eternal dance between earth and sea.
No hands on deck
Photo by S.W. Cosgrove
On mornings like this,
I could ride the ferry all day.
The upper deck is all mine,
freshly washed by Puget Sound rain.
Dragons aloft on the wind
Photo by S.W. Cosgrove
And though I came to forget or regret all I have ever done, yet I would remember that once I saw the dragons aloft on the wind at sunset above the western isles; and I would be content.
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Farthest Shore
Heartbeat
Photo by S.W. Cosgrove
Reflected landscape from a quiet wall in the heart and vascular waiting room. Thursday, December 3, 2020.
In that silent room, I sat listening to my heart beat, feeling it steady and sure, before allowing the doctor to listen and watch with his scopes and machines to this organic metronome of life buried in my chest.
I Can Hear Your Heartbeat – Chris Rea, the Water Sign album
In the silence of the side street
In the whisper of the night
From the darkness of the empty hours
To the early morning light
From the hustle down on Main Street
With all its lights so bright
To the trucker on the highway
Pressing through the night
I can hear your heartbeat
SW COSGROVE 