six ways to sunday
He´s forgotten the names of trees
His thoughts are like the chattering birds
They flutter as they please
And build their nests of scattered words
The children stop and smile
They offer him their candy bar
They sometimes stay a while
And remind him of who they are.
But there are days when he´ll recall
The forest in the fall
When we can walk together, and he´s fine.
There are precious days like that
When he can name them all --
The ash, the elm, the beech, the oak, the pine.
-- lyrics by Tom Paxton, The Names of Trees
Our Daily Challenge: Six
the geek behind the curtain: i suppose this is a "cheat." at least in terms of the challenge. the idea was: five types of trees named in the song, plus the idea of trees in general, which is fading from the memory of the character in the song, added together to make six -- none of which is depicted directly here anyhow. more like this is Memory Itself fading among trees, and the trees remain while the individual becomes only a trace ...
this is only TWO layers ... can you believe it? it boggles my mind ... a simple path and trees from this past weekend, on sunday, and also from sunday a shot of a long-haired skater dude with his hands in his hair, resting and talking. he been blurred, rippled, and all kinds of filtered before dumping him in a transparent way into this hard-edged scene.
where does memory go when it goes?
maybe down this path, winding away into shadows or clouds ...