Reflections on time

“I know this much: that there is objective time, but also subjective
time, the kind you wear on the inside of your wrist, next to where the
pulse lies. And this personal time, which is the true time, is measured
in your relationship to memory.” 
- Julian Barnes (from The Sense of an Ending)

"In the distance of my years I cover myself with time
Like a blanket which enfolds me with the layers of my life.
What can I tell you except that I have gone
nowhere and everywhere?
What can I tell you except that I have not begun
my journey now that it is through?
All that I ever was and am yet to be
lies within me now this way."

- Nancy Wood (from Many Winters: Prose and Poetry of the Pueblos)

Photos above: A Sunday walk through the secret Hill Garden & Pergola, an Arts-&-Crafts gem tucked into the western end of London's Hampstead Heath. The city receeds, mist cloaks the surrounding woodland, and time stands still.