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Stand Clear

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”  ― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

353 Santa Father Time

353 Father Time from Dayville Connecticut Connecticut, Dayville, Whipple's Christmas Wonderland, Father Time

Father Time Exhibition

#353 Santa Father Time Personification of Time Father Time – Time personified as an old bearded man, usually carrying a scythe and an hourglass Dynamic Vision Board Meta Model by Adam Pierce

MHC virtual museum father time symbol is hourglass FATHER TIME, father time symbol, father time images, old father time, father time is grim reaper, father time mother nature, father time statue, father time vintage, baby new year Father Time and Mother Nature

Time-Space Trinity: Father Time, Mother Nature and Baby New Year

Father Time and Mother Nature

Father Time Exhibition

Mother Earth, Mother Nature

Baby New Year

Father Time Department at MHC virtual museum

The New Year marks the arrival of Father Time to take away the old year.

#353 Santa Father Time

MHC Exhibitions

Soothing in the heat..

It’s only 80 today in Portland, Or….but much hotter elsewhere it appears. So, a suggestive image from 1973 in Eastern Oregon in the Ochoco Mountains…the temps were sub zero those few days…the coldest I have ever been exposed to. Quiet, still, so cold. I clicked a few shots with my old Pentax camera. The first one shows the snow covered Ochoco’s. Hope it gives a moments relief to the heat. And,…