Through the looking glass

I marveled tonight at what pleasure my little point-and-shoot gives me.

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.

Like these:

 . . . A traffic light post by my morning bus stop . . .

 . . . base of a street lamp . . . 

. . . sewer grate . . . 

. . . empty seats on the 6E bus . . . 

. . . 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 . . .

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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 . . .