When we look at ourselves in the universe,
We are but a small and humble part of the whole.
But each move and turn we make
Creates its own beautiful pattern
And tiny ripples of kindness or wonder
Can be passed onto others to enjoy.
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Spring is all about
The glowing sun of flowers,
Where crocus petals
Drink in the rays
To reveal silhouettes
Of their secrets.
I love the way the petals and shadows
Create mosaics like stained glass windows, don’t you?
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Once again, I found myself back at the Japanese cherry blossom trees without my ‘big’ camera;
Once again I did the best I could with my mobile phone.
I gasped as I looked down the south alley:
Most of the sakura blossoms had already fallen
Creating a magical world of petals and light.
In Japan, people contemplate the fallen petals
As a reminder of how fleeting life is.
The trees on the north side
Were bursting out in pink pops of joy.
Everyone – no matter religion or nationality –
Was united in pure enjoyment of the blossoms.
(Look at the big grin on the face of the woman to the right of the monks.)
Just as I was leaving, the sun burst through the clouds
Reminding me that there is beauty in those brief moments we call life.
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The evening sun
Shone like honey in the cherry blossom tree,
Creating dancing light
Behind paper-thin pink petals.
Buds burst open
To drink in that spring treacle
On the edge of light.
Even this shot where I didn’t focus properly
Has a lovely abstract quality about it:
The essence of spring light.
(Photos straight out of the camera.)
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Sometimes a sunset
Is so breathtaking
That all you can do
Is stand there humbled
And drink in all the wonder.
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One of the things I love most about photography
Is trying to capture the light.
It’s much easier to do
When you visit a magnificent cathedral
Like Notre Dame in Paris.
You don’t have to be religious
To have your breath taken away by the interior
And the simple yet beautiful ceiling.
I love the way the stained glass windows
Create rainbows of light on an old wall in the cathedral.
The play of shadow makes the sculptures
Look like real people.
Back outside again, I’m surprised by a shadow
Of what appears to be an alien.
I have to look twice to see
That it’s the shadow of an eagle!
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Henry David Thoreau once wrote, “You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds.”
Many years ago, I woke up to an amazing sight:
Fields and fields
Of foamy clouds in the sky!
I had to stop and talk to those clouds
For a very long time.
(All photos from my archive of 2010.)
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A couple of weeks ago,
Simson and I sneaked out of the house very early
To enjoy the soft, pink dawn.
We saw a line of ducks
Flung against the purple canopy of the sky.
They flew past like scattered leaves,
While we remained – marvelling at the way dawn unfurls.
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The early morning sky caught fire
And spread its blaze of glory
To the mirror of the lake.
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Winter is at its best during early spring.
After days of warmth,
A fresh snowfall looks so pretty.
The hazel flowers covered in ice
Captured my imagination.
Spring is about taking two steps back
And one step forward —
So we may as well enjoy the spring salsa.
Just like Ruby
And Simson (that’s him goofing around in the background) do.
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