I was watching the early June sunrise on a warm and buggy morning when I saw a huge white bird swimming around the corner. My brain couldn’t register what I was seeing, scanning through the possibilities - huge gull? swan? snow goose? - but none of what I knew fit. Finally my brain registered it as a large domestic duck, the kind people raise not the kind swimming wild in the lake.
So true on so many levels and how fortunate that you are aware of us humans, telling ourselves stories. If we could perceive reality without us making up stories, that would be something big, wouldn't it?
Love the description of the inner even as you describe the outer. A lovely illustration of how the world sparks our imaginations- often unconsciously (but in this, with conscious observation.) Lovely.
An absolutely magnificent piece of fairy-tale-like fantasy coupled with authentic autobiography. What a tapestry! And as always, the photos illustrate every verbal offering to a "t." I'm going to enjoy this multiple times and share it.
I love your duck. She is beautiful and I do believe she is the goddess.
So true on so many levels and how fortunate that you are aware of us humans, telling ourselves stories. If we could perceive reality without us making up stories, that would be something big, wouldn't it?
Love the description of the inner even as you describe the outer. A lovely illustration of how the world sparks our imaginations- often unconsciously (but in this, with conscious observation.) Lovely.
An absolutely magnificent piece of fairy-tale-like fantasy coupled with authentic autobiography. What a tapestry! And as always, the photos illustrate every verbal offering to a "t." I'm going to enjoy this multiple times and share it.