Who knew sand could look so damn colourful and interesting? Gary Greenberg, that’s who, whose incredible microphotography reveals each grain of sand to be a kaleidoscope of colour and texture that defies its rather bland reputation.
What does man seek most? Experience. The purest form of existentialism, that feeling of being stimulated, an ecstasy lasting mere moments. A perpetual rollercoaster of ups and downs, you never quite find that place entirely. This is the great adventure of the normal person, seeking that grand fulfillment where you experience pure bliss, an overwhelming rush of endorphins storming your brain. The rain is gone as fast as it came; you become some sort of storm chaser.
Now this is where the meaning starts to blossom. For us introverts, the eccentric introspects. There comes a time in our childlike eyes, when we realize that life itself is a perpetual stream of beauty, each second, every moment is pregnant and ready to burst. It’s like a light bulb just flashed on in your mind. You begin to see this other world separate from intrapersonal relationships, a realm of personal exploration. We experience everything through our senses, each sound, taste, sight, touch; our heads are doing immense amounts of processing which most take for granted. All one must do is tune into this world, and it becomes a never-ending adventure, full of discovery. This sensory pleasure, oh what a blessing without disguise but far too overlooked.