I pass at least a couple of building sites on the journey at the moment. Each time we drive past some small change has taken place, the buildings growing slowly up from the ground like, you know, things that grow...plants and things.
And it occurs to me that seeing a snapshot of the progress, as we chug past each day, is rather like watching one of those time-lapse videos, except, of course, that I have to wait a while between each frame.
There is something fascinating about the illusion of time-lapse photography. We see a process take place at a speed that matches the speed of our lives more closely, and it becomes a whole new process. I think that we're just not very good at understanding things that happen too quickly, or too slowly, in the same way that we struggle with thinking about things on the wrong scale, too massive, too tiny. The world that we know, it seems, is only a small subset of what is out there.