a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
- Wendell Berry
Yes, I know. I repeat.
But how can I not with that sentence of gold?
How can I not, with the Nordic summer being so short, the sun so yellow, the grass so green, the sky so blue? How can I sit in front of screens with the sea sparkling as the iris of an eye and the wild strawberries insist, pick me, pick me and pearl me on a straw?
How can I be indoors with daylight lasting and lasting, with dusk igniting the smallest object enlarging it with colors that burn?
How can I live in two dimensions with my cute, cuddly, curios grandson crawling by my feet, laughing as he grabs a buttercup, the lid of a jam jar or my naked big toe?
For in a blink it is over. The summer is gone. The strawberries are memory. And my grandson a grown up man............
Quote from How to Be a Poet by Wendell Berry
Text and Photos © Grete S. Kempton