Passing through Piazza del Campidoglio we saw this man reading his newspaper. When I returned the next day, he was there again, on the same step, reading his paper. It struck me as very Roman. I’m betting if you were to go there on just about any morning he would be perched on these steps enjoying the weather and catching up on the latest news.
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I spotted this old camper parked just off the Creeper Trail in Damascus, VA. It once offered its owners a means for getting away and enjoying the simple pleasures of life. Those days appear to be long gone but the shell of this camper still holds memories of past adventures.
These old pilings in the James River must have served as the foundation for a small bridge. Now they are simply part of the river.
Old tires, scrap metal and a fuel tank lay in a heap of urban decay outside the window of this rundown building.
This tree once stood tall and provided shelter and possibly food to many of its forest companions. Seeing it laying, lifelessly in the water reminded me of the simple truth of mortality. Not in a morbid or depressing way, just as an immutable law of nature. Keeping that in mind, we should all live each moment to its fullest.
The long stem of this wild grass silently hangs above competing weeds, wildflowers and native plants, patiently waiting for its seeds to drop. Some will be eaten by birds and field mice. Others will fall in places they cannot germinate. But for eons these simple seeds have dropped from similar pods carrying the lessons of their ancestors. Each year enough find their way into the earth to continue the silent tradition.