Still Life

Enduring Spirit

The old man is long gone but the oilcan sits silently on the dusty shelf, unused, forgotten. I saw its strength and beauty and caused it to take on a new role, a new life. Now it is a vessel to hold the ephemeral nature of beauty. The plants will fade, wilt and disappear. I, too, will be gone one day but the oilcan will once again sit on a shelf quietly, patiently, waiting. – Carol Buys