Taking some time to wander with my camera to exercise some sense of creativity by the eyes finding beauty in surrounding still lives, as it were, what remains and what returns. The effects of time and the occurrence of an extent of early spring has in no time, to the snow drops, do they need to know it is March or April, or May?

Thinking of this, and remembering the Futurist paintings (motion) as an expression of time, and some earlier works of mine, reading images with forms or patterns, the eye moves over them one point to another, an expression of time in some small sense, how it exists compared to the time of clocks. Interesting devices could seem an odd reflection in their miniature mechanical movements of transmission, how opposite from the measure of the sun, or the vast expanse of time relation we can hardly imagine within the universe, a concept open to interpretation. Look at this sense of life-time as representation and we enter the world of image and memory. Each existing together and independently often one before the other. Well, it's getting to be time for bed, but not by routine. So not to sound lame philosophically, Schopenhauer has much more to say on the subject of the world as re-presentation, as one translator pointed out so nicely.