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Date: June 19, 2012

Photographic Memory

I’ve got about an hour to spare before I have to go to work.

I head out into the garden. It’s not actually raining, just a cool, damp, fresh, gorgeous morning, when the earth feels softly alive.

I want to take some photos of a daisy in the garden. I read this beautiful idea about taking 100 photographs of the same object, and I knew instantly what the subject should be, some daisies in the garden that I photographed and wrote about last year. Continue reading

Macro Gratitude

The macro lens has changed the way I view the world, for ever, and for good.

The macro lens lets me see things like this.

Silver Starburst

Oh, I know.

It’s just a common or garden flower of the wayside, of the fields, of the hedgerows. Continue reading

Where There Is No Path

I mentioned the other day that I’d been trying my hand at barefoot breathing. The piece that follows was based on Day 6 of the 10 day course, including 60 breaths, and the invitation to walk barefoot and follow your intuition rather than a path, or the way you would ‘normally’ go.
It was a lot cooler when I did this (10 days ago), and the morning started off decidedly chilly.

This is what happened next. Continue reading

At the Level of the Tiny

Things are happening at the level of the tiny.
Through all grief, through the deluge of tears,
Gasping in wonder, laughing in astonishment, crying with delight,
The world reveals itself with beauty at its centre.

Through all grief, through the deluge of tears,
The wings of the butterfly are folded, still, in perfect poise.
The world reveals itself with beauty at its centre.
There is nothing beyond this: this act of worship, this act of communion.

The wings of the butterfly are folded, still, in perfect poise.
Gasping in wonder, laughing in astonishment, crying with delight,
There is nothing beyond this: this act of worship, this act of communion.
Things are happening at the level of the tiny.

butterfly on lavender

Why I Take Photographs

Because otherwise I’d never have seen this.

Tiny, inconspicuous flower by the road edge.

Bend down and notice, I mean bend right down and notice,

Pay attention, take a photograph:

You never know what you might find. Continue reading

The Colours of Astonishment

I don’t know too much about birds. I love to feed them and watch them in the garden, and I get a huge sense of well-being and connectedness from so doing.

And every so often I catch a photo of a bird that makes my heart jump with wonder. Continue reading

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