The Present Is a Present
There's nothing such as a right time to enjoy life. Life is way too short and far too precious. I always strive to be rooted in the present, in the moment and appreciate every minute, every second of it whenever I can.
The clock featured in the picture belongs to my mother-in-law. She got it from her father who brought it from Germany some years after the end of WWII. It was made during a time when people had more… time. A time when you wouldn't trash something that worked for something newer, faster or for whatever other marketing pretense. A time when consumerism was a sound thing and respectful of the Earth we are living in.
It's not like nowadays clocks that rely on electricity. It is mechanical, made for people who wouldn't care spending a few seconds now and then to spring it back to life. It looks sturdy and carefully crafted, unlike the mounds of plastic horrors that take boats everyday and come all the way down from the other side of the planet.
I really like this clock. The cracks in the ceramic material are beautiful. The drawings are handmade. The frame is made of metal. It doesn't tick. It always show the same, frozen, time. A true sign of the present.
I dream of a time where we will have more time to enjoy ourselves and Mother Nature. I dream of a post-industrial era where all the horrors that we are perpetrating on a daily basis in the name of consumerism and against Mother Nature and against ourselves, as a specie, are a thing of the past. I may not live enough to see that era but I hope that one day, our specie will wake up and make my dream come true.
The clock featured in the picture belongs to my mother-in-law. She got it from her father who brought it from Germany some years after the end of WWII. It was made during a time when people had more… time. A time when you wouldn't trash something that worked for something newer, faster or for whatever other marketing pretense. A time when consumerism was a sound thing and respectful of the Earth we are living in.
It's not like nowadays clocks that rely on electricity. It is mechanical, made for people who wouldn't care spending a few seconds now and then to spring it back to life. It looks sturdy and carefully crafted, unlike the mounds of plastic horrors that take boats everyday and come all the way down from the other side of the planet.
I really like this clock. The cracks in the ceramic material are beautiful. The drawings are handmade. The frame is made of metal. It doesn't tick. It always show the same, frozen, time. A true sign of the present.
I dream of a time where we will have more time to enjoy ourselves and Mother Nature. I dream of a post-industrial era where all the horrors that we are perpetrating on a daily basis in the name of consumerism and against Mother Nature and against ourselves, as a specie, are a thing of the past. I may not live enough to see that era but I hope that one day, our specie will wake up and make my dream come true.
This text and companion picture are dedicated to Agnès and François. May your path be full of joy and happiness.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'
Bob Dylan.