"Yellow Columbine"
June 14, 2015--
First Draft...
I woke up this morning, wrote for a bit, then headed out to the garden collect a few images for next year's calendar.
This is one of the images that stood out from those that I took. The depth of field, the color and the very slight movement from a morning wind bring an abstraction that stopped me in my tracks when I saw it on a bigger screen.
How do we miss images like this?
How does this get lost in the day-to-day noise of living life?
These questions are rhetorical--we know how they get lost. They are lost because we are worried about "other things."
We don't take the breath of just being in the moment.
We are here in this life for only a relatively short period of time. In the larger scheme of history, it is less than a dot. Our lives are nothing more than a punctuation mark. Then, as fast as it happened--life is over.
The life of a plant is even less. The blooming season lulls us into a false sense of security--the assumption that there will be another year. Lulled into tomorrow will always happen.
Which does not always happen.
Canon EOS M with EF 100mm f/2.8 Macro Lens at F/2.8.
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