Saturday, March 30, 2013

3 Things

Three seems to be this ultra earth shaking number.

Bad things happen in threes, apparently. There were The Three Musketeers. And the Father, Son and Holy Ghost.The phases of life are past, present and future. One, two and three.
Body. Mind. Spirit.
Faith. Hope. Charity.
Animal. Vegetable. Mineral.
Three primary colours.
Three phases of the moon.

See, this is what I end up thinking about when no one is around to distract me.

Right now, I am thinking of the three things I'm most interested in.

First, my window garden:

I know it doesn't look like anything other than a bunch of carrot tops, but that's not the case. Some garlic and beets have also sprouted there. For some, this isn't awing or inspiring. For me, it is. Not only do I look at these living, sprouting, growing things every day and am amazed by it, but I'm also overjoyed to be blessed enough to witness something have new life. These are things I bought to consume. Carrot tops people throw out, beet ends people don't eat, a rotten old garlic. Plunk it in water and -bazaam-new life. It astounds and warms me.

So far my sidekick hasn't complained about how many carrot tops are growing on the sill. And so operations 'see how many carrot tops I can sprout' is underway.

Secondly, found treasures:

What we have here are the treasures I found at Comox Lake yesterday. Some wood. A cool rustic rock with metal around it. A heart shaped rock. Flashy coal. And a rusted railroad spike. Honestly, this word has such cool things. I highly encourage you to open your eyes and actually look around. There is so much free for the taking. If anyone reading this is interested in me sending them a found treasure, so they have something amazing to put on a shelf, then feel free to contact me and I'll see what I can do. Because I am giving.

And last, or thirdly, natures reclaiming things:

 Humans have this weird way of thinking they are all important and cool. Well, the truth is, we don't go on. At least our bodily selves don't. We die and go back into the earth. Nature keeps going. There are buildings and cars, bombed out shelters, nuclear meltdowns, and plant like and creatures survive and exist in these extreme elements. It was like when I went down to Montana and saw the sulphiric hot springs. There were plants growing right up out of them. Anyway, I love to see things like this...

I'm not sure what this used to be, but nature is taking it back. Moss covers the foundation of the structure and trees poke through it. I consider it to be some sort of little fort, but Cumberland, the place in which I live, used to be an old mining town, so I imagine this is some sort of mining plant or station.

And I often see tractors and cars, rusted out at the side of the rode, overtaken by the woods and flora. It makes me happy to see this. Like it doesn't matter that we are here now, eventually our homes and cars and precious belongings will be a part of nature again. 

Here is a bed of a truck someone left behind:

And a vintage car completely covered in moss and grass:

So, what are some of the things piquing your interest these days?


Lexi said...

Threes? What about the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?

I like looking at pictures of urban decay too. Curiously satisfying...

Noelle Pierce said...

I have a strange fascination with abandoned, usually decrepit buildings, whether reclaimed by nature or not. One day, I'm going to take a road trip with a digital SLR and stop to photograph old barn/church/house that's falling apart. And trees.