I found the challenge to It Begins With a Colour particularly difficult this week. For one, I haven’t had a lot of time lately to devote to picture-taking. And secondly, I find it quite difficult to have the time to stop and think about/find something in my life of contrast. In any regards, I was winnowing through some old photographs from when Poppy was brand-new and I stumbled across this one of my mother’s mother holding Poppy for the first time.

I think the contrast of old age/new age is one of the most beautiful to be found in this life. I really do. I think one of my favorite things EVER is to watch my own grandparents with Poppy. Old, wrinkled skin with soft, plump, new skin. Eyes that have seen decades worth of life and eyes that are shining new. In the measure of age, they are in complete contrast. And yet, as Emerson says, “We as for long life, but ’tis deep life, or noble moments that signify. Let the measure of time be spiritual, not mechanical.” I feel like my great-grandmother is closer to Poppy spiritually than any of us. Not mechanically, in the measure of their years, but definitely in spirit. Most definitely they are close in spirit.