Perspective begins creeping, seeping, into our lives after we pass 50. Kicks into higher gears as we eclipse 60, hurling headlong toward 85(the official-ending of middle-age) approaching oldly-ness …
Not as artists, architects and photographers see it, but perspective in observations. In actions – reactions, attractions and benefactions.
No action word – perspective, practicing circumspection – sometimes vocal, often silent, always head-scratching, beard-tugging amazement of hmmm.
So easy to wonder, to ask ‘what if?’ about our past.
Arguably, that doesn’t sound constructive, because it is past.
But when caused to wonder about future actions we might take, that ‘what if I did _________’ feeling overtakes our solid staid sensible-ness.
Suddenly that perspective seems to increase in value.
At least, in heft.
Perspective, extraordinary time travel with the need to leave home, or our own head …
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 12C/53F, mostly clear, chilly breeze, Gusta pulled hard uphill until she found her ‘favourite’ spot – then she walked easy, and so did I. My foot is still bothering … but not as much today. Icing it will continue …
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