There Is No Ordinary
It’s a very strange thing, when you consider it, that sleeping or waking, you exist on an immense globe of atmosphere-wreathed rock hurtling through space.
What we call “rock'”or “dirt,” the very stuff of Earth, is in comparison with the rest of the universe far more precious and rare than emeralds, pearls, or lapis lazuli.
And the things we ourselves make can be as uncanny as the rest.
Stranger still, there’s beauty everywhere, lavished by the powers over the natural and sometimes the artificial.
Updike wrote his novel, The Centaur, he once said, “to give the mundane its beautiful due.”
These photographs came quietly and directly from ordinary life. “Kallos” depicts a candy bowl, while I took “Crow—August Morning” during a bike ride. “Gold-Beige Layers” reveals water-like patterns in a marble window sill.
Curtains in a bedroom, cloth grocery bags, a revetted city creek, a highway underpass: What strange beauty, what radiance we sometimes see, when the most unremarkable things reveal themselves, burning with sanctity.
There is no ordinary.
Gold-Beige Layers Like Shifting Water
December Sun in the Creek Channel
Underpass, Looking Up
Fallen Seed Pod
Tim J. Myers is a writer, songwriter, storyteller, visual artist, and senior lecturer at Santa Clara University. His children’s books have won recognition from the New York Times, NPR, and the Smithsonian, with 16 out and more coming. He’s published over 140 poems, won a first prize in a poetry contest judged by John Updike, has five books of adult poetry out, published a nonfiction book on fatherhood, and won a major prize in science fiction. He also won the West Coast Songwriters Saratoga Chapter Song of the Year and the 2012 SCBWI Magazine Merit Award for Fiction. Facebook: TimJMyers1; Twitter: @TMyersStorySong; Instagram: @tmyersstorysongDiscover more from Tim J. Myers.