Is All Leaving Flight?

Words and Images by Kathleen Creighton

And when we’ve moved on (inevitably) we empty a space, but how long does our energy remain in the place we’ve occupied?

Perhaps only as long as we are unable to let it go and move on — freeing it to the exposure of the quantum to fertilize it — in its entirety — with light and stardust and all manner of invisible energy in the minerality of time.

Nature finally free to release its blessings — to sow its seeds and allow the harvesting of stars — elements — and the magic the universe has sown to blossom — unobstructed.

Does any consciousness that remains judge us? Miss us? Does it ever relive a favorite memory as we might? Or does it simply join the pantheon of endings stretching across spacetime and connecting to all the other same or similar events — creating a rosary of ghost images and people in various states of vitality and disintegration.

A haunting of ourselves — by ourselves

Is that what comprises dark matter/energy?

Or do these spaces mourn the loss of the life we provided — with its stories, animation and earthly address, as they are now relegated to a shadow world in another universe, communicating only through an occasional postcard.

Kathleen Creighton is: A daughter of Brooklyn / transplanted to a place at the edge of the world / A teacher and a student — contemplating the universe / Reading and transcribing the hieroglyphs recorded on exoskeletons of the marine life that surrounds me / sending the messages on in the ink of the seasons. creightonphotography.com