Remember the Ray Bradbury story, “In a Season of Calm Weather”?  Anyone?   Recall how the protagonist stumbles upon Picasso drawing in the sand and realizes that he has met his idol and that that moment—imagined, dreamed, sought after for so long—is as fleeting as the priceless art lying within reach of the tide.

Now, take a look at what I stumbled upon.

http://www.boredpanda.com/van-gogh-flower-sculptures-parade-floats-corso-zundert-netherlands/

Is anything more fleeting than flowers picked?  Within days, perhaps within hours, these blossoms browned and curled and may even have begun to stink.  And yet these floats are fantastic!   The work, as a whole, is a marvel, far beyond simple representation, overwhelming in their size and intricacy but also overwhelming in the magnificent and twisted interpretations of Van Gogh’s art as well as his life.

Blossoms—momentary.  Memory—often cloudy. Photography—fairly stable these days.  Van Gogh—forever vivid.  But right now, at this particular moment, let me thank everyone who had anything to do with this wonderful display. Thank You!

And while we’re on the topic, Seneca said, “Whatever can happen at any time can happen today.”  Don’t waste time.  We are more like flowers than photographs.