Sacttered Strobili: Canon EOS Digital, 70mm, F/5.6, 1/50sec
The act of not going gently into that good night comes with defiant roars of self conviction, lengthy epitomes, edifices of our construction, and the lamentation of those who failed to do enough.
Like scattered pinecones, we give of ourselves to the whim of time, space and the elements in hopes that we are remembered via the relinquishment of the footprints of our existence.
Behind we leave our marks, our seeds, the manifested remnants of short existences prior to becoming part of that which reclaims all.
Live boldly, love often, give frequently, temper the seasons, scatter yourselves to the four winds and leave your marks for those who've yet to witness.
Like an ancient pine, stand grounded and spread your roots forth, not like the elm, maple or oak but as you are and remind the world that you were as great a tree as any other.
Or maybe it is just a picture of some pinecones...