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Transitory

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But truth be told of glory:
It’s always transitory.

This is what had become of a soft golden-aster flower head
when I photographed it in Bastrop State Park on June 6th.

© 2019 Steven Schwartzman

Written by Steve Schwartzman

June 21, 2019 at 4:40 AM

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  1. “Truth be told” is one of my favorite constructions, and you’ve used it both well and poetically here. It certainly has a more appealing ring to it than Sic transit gloria Asteraceae. The suspended seed is the perfect detail in an image with an autumnal feel.

    shoreacres

    June 21, 2019 at 5:42 AM

    • For you it’s a favorite construction, for me a rarity. I have a feeling “truth be told,” with its old-fashioned feel, in its own right exemplifies the transitory nature of language.

      Without flowering soft goldenasters close by, I wouldn’t have known what the remains of the seed head were from. That one clinging seed made an excellent addition.

      Steve Schwartzman

      June 21, 2019 at 6:50 AM

  2. Your outstanding photo says it all. We live in a transitory world. Have a great weekend, Steve!

    Peter Klopp

    June 21, 2019 at 7:43 AM

  3. Makes me think that we humans are only transitory, too.

    Pit

    June 21, 2019 at 8:02 AM

    • You’ve reminded me of the way Swinburne ends his poem “The Garden of Proserpina” (the second, fourth, and eighth lines of each stanza are supposed be indented):

      We are not sure of sorrow,
      And joy was never sure;
      To-day will die to-morrow;
      Time stoops to no man’s lure;
      And love, grown faint and fretful,
      With lips but half regretful
      Sighs, and with eyes forgetful
      Weeps that no loves endure.

      From too much love of living,
      From hope and fear set free,
      We thank with brief thanksgiving
      Whatever gods may be
      That no life lives for ever;
      That dead men rise up never;
      That even the weariest river
      Winds somewhere safe to sea.

      Then star nor sun shall waken,
      Nor any change of light:
      Nor sound of waters shaken,
      Nor any sound or sight:
      Nor wintry leaves nor vernal,
      Nor days nor things diurnal;
      Only the sleep eternal
      In an eternal night.

      Steve Schwartzman

      June 21, 2019 at 8:08 AM

  4. … and yet the seed holds the future.

    Michael Scandling

    June 21, 2019 at 10:17 AM

    • And fortunately for the species it does, even as the seed head it leaves behind withers and decays.

      Steve Schwartzman

      June 21, 2019 at 10:21 AM

  5. Sad but still beautiful Steve

    Tina Schell

    June 21, 2019 at 2:44 PM

  6. Strange how we end up, isn’t it? 🙂 🙂

    restlessjo

    June 22, 2019 at 2:32 PM

  7. There is beauty in function and the drying of flowers into seed heads is required for the continuation of the species.

    Steve Gingold

    June 22, 2019 at 2:58 PM

  8. Life is so ephemeral…

    tanjabrittonwriter

    June 22, 2019 at 8:40 PM

  9. So poignant, and already lost its seeds! I think we have only one or two aster family flowers that far along – dandelions ( 😉 ) and maybe a hawkweed or something….I guess if I paid better attention I might find more that have already gone to seed. Gorgeous photo, Steve!

    bluebrightly

    July 3, 2019 at 7:06 PM


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