Friday, May 19, 2017

The Same Yet Different

BLADES OF GRASS look alike, although each strand is unique upon closer inspection. There's an endless supply of originals, from grains of sand on the beach to stars in the sky. Without the benefit of microscopic eyes here are some dissimilar duplicates I recently spied at a distance with my camera.


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Sunday, May 7, 2017

Hope Is A Feather

AUTHOR Emily Dickinson showed sensitivity as a writer with such prose as: “Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all."

More than wishes and fairy tales, hope is the light in an unfathomable world. It darts away to suddenly reappear with a song or a flutter. Fearing the dimming of its glow some strive to contain it through metaphors and pictures ... a hopeless task but worth a try as I walk about with my camera.

A seed holds the hope of a flower.

Visitors hope for kind receptions and hosts hope for guests that are kind.

Parents hope for futures brighter than what they've known.

Hope rests at the cusp of every sharp turn and prickly situation.

It rests in the pet hoping for a friendly pat on the head.

There's an ocean of hope in every drop and puddle. And from hope's lofty perspective, every feather and pen holds the potential to somehow fly.


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