Greetings, fellow hoarders of all things and anything!
Sharing a diptych of a recently made series of recently gathered...and weathered...and withered...chestnuts. I've got this urge since childhood when I gathered and sold chestnuts for pennies. The process of stacking them neat thingies in a bag was quite addictive, actually. I've always liked the way they feel and the way they look.
The sad thing about them, and about all things living, is that they cannot remain at their most attractive state. They get old. They get wrinkles. They crack. They turn into dust. At some point. Eventually. I guess...
The time between the two shots was nine days.
Here comes Photography and its awesome value of keeping memories of what was in a material or...at least, transferable form. So that you can witness the magnificence of chestnuts that are no more (the same) during a sunny and promising autumn mornings which is in the past, along with its promises.
Nothing lasts forever in the cold October rain.
— Guns and Chestnuts
But don't get me wrong, I love October for its habit of showing us how transitory things are. (Not only inflation, right? Three internet chestnuts to you if you get the inside joke.)
The portal between dimensions shall be contested again, according to good old Zelazny. Pumpkins shall be carved. Ink shall be spent in larger quantities than usual. Stories shall be written. Photography shall celebrate.
Things not permanent are good to Photography, as Photography is good to things not permanent.
Which, given time enough, means everything.
Peace be upon you and your chestnut hoards!
Yours,
Manol
