Last year, as I left work to go to Ash Wednesday service, I stopped to enjoy the sunset, which seemed a fitting beginning to Ash Wednesday service:
But then I noticed the crane being framed by the window of the parking garage and backlit by the sunset.
Later, I captured this shot, which shows the glittering towers of Ft. Lauderdale in the background, a parking garage in the foreground:
I tend to think of Ash Wednesday metaphors in terms of what is decomposing: stars, bodies, all sorts of biological matter. But decomposing takes many forms. The ever encroaching march of concrete strikes me as an apt metaphor for Ash Wednesday too:
The concrete covers what we once knew as a familiar landscape. The cranes hoist new forms into place. It's a graveyard, of sorts. We will all be in that graveyard soon enough.
That's why we smear ashes on our foreheads. Let us remember our mortality and let us not waste a single day.
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