rel•ic (ˈrɛl ɪk)

a surviving memorial of something past,

a surviving trace of something,

remaining parts or fragments.



 I’ve photographed this book on the side of the road over the past few years.  It might have one more chapter left.







Toni 7/13/14


  1. It’s aging as quickly andthoroughly as I am!!!! I don’t have the excuse of exposure to the elements (except for the once-adorable freckles which have multiplied and revealed themselves to be less-than-cute sun damage). As with many Baby Boomers, I can only hope that my words and ideas don’t disappear into dementia before my cover and pages die–ha!!! M.


    1. Mary,
      My cover and pages aren’t what they used to be either 🙂 but I don’t think that will stop me spouting words and ideas.
      The book is on Gillette Road, a tome with nine lives. It’s a survivor, like you.


    1. Dale,
      I read your post, perfect timing ~ I made your grilled garlic scape pesto, love it. As exquisite as a bouquet of heady basil.
      Easy to find metaphors in the garden, but I’ll have to dig a little deeper for the book. Ideas?


      1. That is good timing. I’m glad the recipe worked out for you … and that you happened to have scapes itching for your creation. Exquisite, indeed.

        As for the metaphors, I’m not sure exactly, but it evoked thoughts about the organic nature of language itself. It also got me thinking about how we homo “sapiens” think we are separate from nature, that our civilization has somehow tamed the world around us. The photo becomes a metaphor that we still exist as part of nature, that there is no taming it, and to be still long enough, we will be consumed by it. We are not other nor separate and there is hardly permanence to anything we create or say …. Words and art are ultimately ephemeral and we’re probably ill-informed to think writing a book becomes a lasting legacy. Sombre thoughts, I know ….

        How about those scapes, hmm?


    1. THX….Mamta commented that we miss a lot that goes on around us. I know I do. My blogging friend Patty carries a notebook and doesn’t miss a trick ~ she’s my role model for leading the wide-awake life.


  2. The story continues–long after the book is gone. (As much as I wanted to rush in and rescue this book, I had to just stop and just admire your vision.) Great capture.


    1. My first impulse was to do just that. A book on the ground? Sacrilege. But it was like my ‘familiar’ and passing by it was a daily routine. Until one day, removing it was no longer an option, it was firmly entrenched in the forest floor and I liked the effect of its presence on me. 🙂


  3. Wow !! what an interesting subject and a beautiful idea. You got me thinking, there are so many things around us, changing and ageing.We hardly notice them. Maybe, I’ll pick up a subject and photograph it and see it change over time. Thanks !!


    1. Mamta, you’re so right. I stumbled across the book and was drawn to the page, all those words on the leaf litter. Who would toss a book into the woods? or was it left behind? Did anyone miss it? Why was it open to this page? A mystery. Now I check in with this book whenever I walk by. Little did I know we’d become fast friends. GL with your photo project.


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