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Sitting on the dock of the bay. Geilston Bay, October 2011.

Theme Thursday already?

TREASURE is - in my opinion - much like 'beauty': very much in the eye of the beholder. I have railed before [and before and before and before] against the conflation of stuff with worth.

A case in point: while a small allotrope of carbon in which the carbon atoms are arranged in a variation of a face-centered cubic crystal structure may well have a market value of X dollars/ rand/ euros/ baht/ bolívars/ dồngs/ kepings etc etc etc, it does not particularly appeal to me!

[Well, the market value appeals in a fiscal sense; but that is more about the potential TREASUREs that might be secured through liquefying the asset. In and of itself, the tightly-packed allotrope of carbon atoms is neither here nor there.]


Silence is TREASURE. An intense blue sky on a crisp Spring morning is TREASURE. A kiss and a cuddle when one gets home is TREASURE. The new Grand Theft Auto is TREASURE. Sitting at the end of a pier with feet dangling in the water, an icy pole in hand as the sun sinks into the ocean and the colours slowly bleed into each other is a supreme form of TREASURE.

You see, TREASURE is solely about the worth that we attach to something. The market values one thing, I’d like to think that my valuations is a little more personal, a little more exclusive.
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Roddy said…
You have an entire treasure trove right before my eyes. Your family! Less you of course.
17 November 2011 at 12:23
Brian Miller said…
you know there are def things that may hold no material value that are my greatest treasures...
17 November 2011 at 15:38
Mrsupole said…
Totally true in that a Treasure is in the eye of the beholder or as they say, one man's trash is another man's treasure.

Stuff can be replaced, well for the most part, but people and living creatures are a one of a kind treasure. Things acquired through the blood of others is not worth anything in true value, but then one does not want to demean those whose blood was lost to the things. Just a very sad way for anyone to get something. We can only hope that things will improve with knowledge.

God bless.
17 November 2011 at 17:41
Tina´s PicStory said…
great shot! marvelous sky :)
17 November 2011 at 19:00
Harnett-Hargrove said…
Well said, well put. Well taken. Happy TT. -J
18 November 2011 at 00:04
Lolamouse said…
For me, it's not a treasure unless there is an emotional attachment. Objects can be treasures if they hold an emotional value for me. Monetary value has little or nothing to do with what I treasure. Thoughtful piece.
18 November 2011 at 03:24
RLM Cooper said…
LOVE this post - it fits right in with my own. Gorgeous photo, too!
18 November 2011 at 04:59
Betsy Brock said…
Perfect. I totally agree. The greatest treasures have no monetary value and yet are priceless. :)

And..I want to see one of your treasure maps!
18 November 2011 at 11:20
Tash said…
I treasure your insight.
18 November 2011 at 11:27
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, too right.

Brian, agreed!

Mrsupole, stuff is just stuff and treasure is in the eye of the beholder (as you say). It's be a boring place if we all wanted the same thing.

Tina, it was nice and warm too.

H-H, cheers!

Lolamouse, too true.

AngleMay, great minds...

Betsy, I'll get cracking.

Tash, [blushes].
18 November 2011 at 14:20
4U2 said…
Totally agree with you, my most precious treasure is my family. Invaluable!
Have a nice weekend!
19 November 2011 at 05:25
Anonymous said…
Wonderful treasures within your grasp!! Thank you for sharing!!
21 November 2011 at 04:55
Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson Barry said…
true,

everyone has a definition of what is treasure.

lovely take on it.
21 November 2011 at 14:54
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