I walk by these bushes frequently, and still don’t know their name. In truth, although I think it’s two species, I’m not even sure of that.
But I like the leaves, especially in this half-on/half-off state.
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Photo Memory of the Week
Posted: 2025 Feb 27
"I am smiling."
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Quote of the Week
The sun rises every morning. I do not rise every morning, but the variation is due not to my activity, but to my inaction. Now, to put the matter in a popular phrase, it might be true that the sun rises regularly because he never gets tired of rising. His routine might be due, not to a lifelessness, but to a rush of life.
The thing I mean can be seen, for instance, in children, when they find some game or joke that they specially enjoy. A child kicks his legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, “Do it again”; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough to exult in monotony. It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun, and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon.
It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we. (paragraph breaks added)
Source: Orthodoxy, GK Chesterton
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Poetry of the Week
Never Again Would Birds' Song be The Same
- Robert FrostHe would declare and could himself believe
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
Had added to their own an oversound,
Her tone of meaning but without the words.
Admittedly an eloquence so soft
Could only have had an influence on birds
When call or laughter carried it aloft.
Be that as may be, she was in their song.
Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed
Had now persisted in the woods so long
That probably it never would be lost.
Never again would birds' song be the same.
And to do that to birds was why she came.Posted: 2025 Feb 27
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Looks like golden hour light. Nice experimentation of side-lit and front-lit. (I noted the lack of white background too (snow☺) )
Jim R – I intended the time of day – I hadn’t thought about front and side lighting. Thanks!
Something about the clarity with which your camera captures images infuses every subject with the power of an epiphany. I am left with the message that every leaf and blade of grass matters and that I have limitless, real reasons to be amazed and thankful.
Laurna – Glad you like them. (I do also!) And I like your notion: it’s a good way to go through life, one “amazed and thankful” day at a time.
Like Einstein said, “Either everything is a miracle or nothing is.”
Barbara – 🙂 (That’s for Laurna, too.)