It’s the details that count.
What is missed most in day to day observation are the things that exist, the beauty that exists, right under our proverbial noses. It is the trees that I pass every day on my commute. It’s the grasses, above, that grow outside my classroom. It’s the way headlights illuminate the reflectors on the road barriers.
Sylvia Plath wrote a poem called “Black Rook in Rainy Weather”. In it, she wrote the lines:
... A certain minor light may still Lean incandescent Out of kitchen table or chair As if a celestial burning took Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then...
It’s this “celestial burning” that I’m going to keep trying to capture this year. It’s day three of 365 photo posts. Let’s see how the rest of the year goes. Notice the most obtuse objects and capture celestial burning.
Well…at least that’s not too much a challenge.