There is no visual way to communicate a ‘no’ or ‘negative’. We can add a symbol or words to an image to communicate a negative, but in that case, the image itself must first be edited. A photograph of a tree will always say ‘tree’. There isn’t a visual way to say ‘not tree’. This is one of the things that makes images such powerful tools of persuasion.
I was thinking about this idea this morning on my walk to Atlantis, and now I’m writing about it. As I strolled down Hamilton Street, I felt the sun on my skin, the warmth in the air, and I noticed the still predominately green leaves in the trees, I had a hard time accepting that September is almost over. It feels like the end of August.
And that got me thinking about the pull of time upon our perceptions in the world. The end of August is always a bummer. Back to school, end of summer, winter’s just a few months away. There’s almost a desperation to soak the last of summer up before it’s gone for another year. I always feel like I squandered it somehow… I didn’t fully appreciate it or bask in it.
Yet, that clearly wasn’t the case this year. I did Banff, Bucharest, The Black Sea, Vancouver, and home. There were serendipitous evenings with new friends and old. There were many occasions of pure inspiration. There were profound moments of introspection and timeless frozen moments of pure being. It was the best summer of my life, and my life feels very rich right now. And it feels like it’s only going to get better.
I have the pictures to prove it.