Sunday, April 24, 2011
Time passing in colour.
I know when I am working well because I use the hour glass to count away the passing of time. I love its silent elegance of accounting. Sand falling steadily through glass. It has its own sense of poetry and gives me a peace of mind.
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Your recent blog post and the the sand timer reminded me of a book which I have and love called "Rock of Ages: Sands of Time" -http://www.barbarapagestudio.com/
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Thank you.
Ruth
Thank you for your lovely words and works - the soothing sound of a chronometer has the same effect for me - the audible "tick tock" makes me aware of my heart beat and reminds me of my frail mortality and the steady flow of life. It also reminds me that lost time can never be won back again and so,...
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That little chicken dish thingie is really amazing. Where did you find it?
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