Drifters, nomads, and even the state of impermanence: this week, share your photos of transient.
Whether washed ashore, floating on air, at the mercy of ocean currents, or wandering the earth, passers-through captivate me. When I find driftwood on the beach, I think about its adventures. How many storms at sea did it endure? How many birds took rest on it as it bobbed in the open ocean? It was once rich brown and rough with bark, and now it’s sun-bleached and smooth as satin. Where did it come from? How far did it travel? What stories would it tell if it could talk, and how long before it will move on again?
For this week’s challenge, show us your perception of transient. Maybe it’s a leather-skinned motorcyclist riding across South America. Maybe it’s a seed carried on a bird’s wing. Maybe your photo is not of a person or an object but depicts the state of impermanence. Whatever interpretation of transient you share, I look forward to imagining the stories!