Flying excited loops, distracted landings, erratic circles,
they say, “The flowers
drenched in sun
are the sweetest.”
They tell us,
“Follow me!”
“Come, scruffy robin, from the shadows!”
“The earth is gold and though we are here but for a moment, we know it is worth savoring.”
“Look and see! Do you know the freedom in the Gift? How wide, how deep, how far?”
“The breeze knows it, the grasses know it.”
“We know it. Our wings flirt with the sun, sipping earth’s dew.
We land as jewels bestowed, undeserved. Do not refuse what you could never earn.”
“Let us teach you
how to say goodbye
to this golden summer light
and summer creations so frail.”
“Caught, visible, for a season,
time for rest is coming now.”
“There is no need to hoard! You may gather all you can, yet there will always be more.”
“We, the secrets in the light,
want you to know: it’s all for you.”
“Our colors, which we are glad to give, will become your memories.”
“Receive freely in surrender for the next season will bring more of the Gift,
even if all the summers of time were fit into this day.”
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These photos were taken with an experimental Lensbaby lens and its movable optic attachment. All the blur / tilt-shift-y-ness you see on my blog is from this lens!
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