I'm always impressed with your photos of various textures, unusual shapes and patterns, complementary poses, and so much more. Others say they can hear the music. I'm seeing fine, rich tapestries, auspicious gatherings, theater openings, and animal parades...AND I'm hearing music❣️
Today I was wondering what happens to all your amazing photographs. Who gets to hold them. Who gets to have them. You do, of course, and there’s the ones you put in books, and the ones you share with your readers. They are so beautiful and I see them once or maybe twice and they touch a chord inside me that rings with beauty. Some of them I hit save or share, but essentially I see them, and they are gone. For a moment it felt sad, but of course that is how all beauty is. The flowers I see on a walk, the poems that I read that I could save, but there are so many wonderful words that how could I hold them all forever and ever. They are enjoyed and most just go away. And isn’t it wonderful that the supply of beauty just keeps coming day after day and we don’t have to hoard any of it at all because it just rains on us constantly and keeps us glowing with peace and magic.
I'm always impressed with your photos of various textures, unusual shapes and patterns, complementary poses, and so much more. Others say they can hear the music. I'm seeing fine, rich tapestries, auspicious gatherings, theater openings, and animal parades...AND I'm hearing music❣️
Today I was wondering what happens to all your amazing photographs. Who gets to hold them. Who gets to have them. You do, of course, and there’s the ones you put in books, and the ones you share with your readers. They are so beautiful and I see them once or maybe twice and they touch a chord inside me that rings with beauty. Some of them I hit save or share, but essentially I see them, and they are gone. For a moment it felt sad, but of course that is how all beauty is. The flowers I see on a walk, the poems that I read that I could save, but there are so many wonderful words that how could I hold them all forever and ever. They are enjoyed and most just go away. And isn’t it wonderful that the supply of beauty just keeps coming day after day and we don’t have to hoard any of it at all because it just rains on us constantly and keeps us glowing with peace and magic.