Since I've had it, everything seems illuminated, framed differently. I see composition all around and beauty in the strangest places.
My little electronic companion is doing something wondrous for me -- the visual version of what I heard Mary Oliver say when someone asked her how to become a poet.
Her response: "Cultivate astonishment, and then write about it."
I cannot see myself as a photographer or a poet, but I do believe the act of taking photos is helping me cultivate astonishment.
Yesterday and today, stripes of all kinds requested my presence.
. . . milkweed in Mr. B's pollinator garden . . .
And last, for Pyzahn of Prattle . . . from the Flatlands, who helped me add some sparkle to my life . . .
A light show, courtesy of Mother Nature and Blingee
May we all find what peace we can in beauty, even as our world is spinning with sorrow . . .