What are your thoughts on aging? How will you stay young at heart as you get older?
Each day counts, so count each day. Today is my year.month.day: LV.VII.XXIII. The 23rd day of the 7th month of the 55th year. This is an approximation as if you count backwards, my precise birthdate is not fully revealed. I used to say I was only half way there. Well the halfway point is most likely behind me, There is a slim chance that it is now. In front of me, extremely unlikely.
To answer the second question, these thoughts came to mound: The pillars Ws of Wander, Wonder & Whimsy best describe how I stay young at heart.
- Wander: Walk or move in a leisurely or aimless way
- Wonder: A feeling of amazement and admiration, caused by something beautiful, remarkable, or unfamiliar
- Whimsy: Playfully quaint or fanciful behaviour or humour:
My life is a journey of traveling. Just last year, I finished going to all 50 states. At first, this was never an intentional quest. We enjoy traveling. About half a dozen years ago, we counted them up, realized we had been to 46 along the way. Quest On! An informal count of other travels shows three continents ~ Aisa, Europe & North America. But there is no strong pull to round out those numbers. Back to the three Ws.
WANDER: I wandered out of the grocery store yesterday, after cashing in my investment in returnable bottles & cans. Not being in a hurry, I was strolling at a leisurely pace, when I was hit by behind. Someone ran into me! Most likely, walking at a determined pace. More likely, head down and smart device in hand. Why do smart devices make us dumb pedestrians?
WONDER: I stopped along the way to take the picture posted above. I knew what it was, what it had been and had never really been to the place close enough to be at the place. The truck was safely parked off of modestly busy US Route One. The snow cover has been weakening through scarcely warmer temperatures, so the walk in was marked by the occasional posthole as the crust gave way, and I was in granular snow to above my needs & knees.
This place was a place for travelers . US Route One used to be marked by the frequent Motor Court ~ spaces and places of rest for travelers, tourists & rusticators. This is the lastanding (whimsy alert ~ two words blended into one – marked by 241) cabins of the Half Moon Motor Court south of Freeport, Maine. Nearby by are the remains of one or two other neighboring cabins. One marked by the roof peak peeking out of the snow cover. The other, three of the four walls remain standing in varioustates (241) of neglect & the rot of time. (Are all of your walls & roof being sustained with a facing forward perspective of longevity)
WHIMSY: The orignal picture was taken in color, converted into black’n’white, then transferred into a digital negative. Who does that anymore? I’ll go with playfully quaint.
My travels are far from over. As a digital photographer, I will always be looking for what is next, what is around the corner, while also taking the time to wander into a book, an idea, a yet to be discovered.
I Wonder why these lobster buoys were left on the frozen ice of Rockport Harbor. Seen while Wandering around, camera in hand, and catching acts of accidental or deliberate Whimsy.
Be Younger Daily. I could go on and will.
“Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”
― Franz Kafka