Looking Ahead

One of the gifts of photography is that I am so much more aware now, after all these years, of how fleeting these beautiful little shows can be.  Like miracles, they're all around us, but we have to be very conscious, very mindful, to notice them.  They're almost impossible to capture, and, like moments of enlightenment, they tend to fade as quickly and quietly as they arrive. Which doesn't mean they don't exist, or don't matter.  In fact, the memory of beauty often feeds our eyes and souls for weeks and months to come. Just as this archived picture from last spring reminds me of the beauty and mystery of creation. I look forward to its bloom this spring.