Sometimes it isn't a photo opportunity that takes me out of the walk along the water, sometimes it is a poetry opportunity. Seeds over water, water under sky.
In quiet moments, it seems clear that everything around us is a teacher. It takes more than a moment, however, to know the lesson. The olives, I sense, are bursting with portent.
you know, i hadn't realized until you'd written that i haven't touched most of what i photograph. now that you've asked about the texture of these seeds...i wonder why i didn't touch them. i think it is because i didn't want to disturb the delicate balance. but next time i get out there, i will touch the seeds and get back to you.
marylinn,
it does take more than a moment to learn the lesson. sometimes i feel as though i am walking around with all sorts of sensory and spiritual "data" waiting for the right moments to align and realign so that i might come to learn. waiting for when i am ready (?)
I want to feel those olives on my face. Are they felted? Grindy? The photo is silent.
ReplyDeleteIn quiet moments, it seems clear that everything around us is a teacher. It takes more than a moment, however, to know the lesson. The olives, I sense, are bursting with portent.
ReplyDeleterox,
ReplyDeleteyou know, i hadn't realized until you'd written that i haven't touched most of what i photograph. now that you've asked about the texture of these seeds...i wonder why i didn't touch them. i think it is because i didn't want to disturb the delicate balance. but next time i get out there, i will touch the seeds and get back to you.
marylinn,
it does take more than a moment to learn the lesson. sometimes i feel as though i am walking around with all sorts of sensory and spiritual "data" waiting for the right moments to align and realign so that i might come to learn. waiting for when i am ready (?)