Monday, February 6, 2017

THE SEEING AND THE BEING THERE...




Looking out the windows to admire Mother Nature's decorating talents, as widening white remains of a jet trail in blue sky appear to weave through tall tops of a shining row of sycamores. An altogether lovely morning! 

You might ask, where is the photograph of what I saw? I didn't take a photograph. I simply sat in solitude, enjoying what I saw.


For me, the privilege would never be the photograph. The privilege would be the BEING there, and noticing, and giving it my recognition and my time.