That moment when a bare branch
is no longer a bare branch
when what appeared dried up and dead
explodes into life
a natural firework
flowers
leaves
the new
shoots
out
can easily be missed
almost as though nature waits for us to look away
to lose patience
to let go
of a cherished experience
and then it gives us what we were waiting for
but we’re not there to receive it
not in that moment
but maybe in the next
with surprise
with delight
with awe
and around we go again
βIt was a something found that had long been sought for by a thousand restless yearnings and vague desires, less of the heart than mind; not as when youth discovers the one to be beloved, but rather as when the student, long wandering after the clew to some truth in science, sees it glimmer dimly before him, to beckon, to recede, to allure, and to wane again.β
β Edward Bulwer-Lytton
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Lovely shot, Jennifer. I’m waiting for that moment you describe when everything bursts into life and color again. π
janet
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Thank you very much!
Colour and life seem to like to surprise us, and tend to wait for us to stop waiting for them to happen, then they happen. They know when we’re watching even if we’re pretending not to watch π
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I love your idea of floating this flower in milk for a background. Perfecto!
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Thank you very much! Nicely noticed!
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