The call of spring
A mere splash of color
Descending into a single point of energy
Its power
Hidden
From the rush of responsibility
One must decide
The lens of perspective
Whether of practical means
Or the freefall
Of climbing
Outside the skin
That blinds the eyes
And reveals the river
Of order among the chaos
We must always see the forest from the trees, but sometimes we just need to get real close to the magic in tiny spaces.
Modified Helios lens
I love this post, Mark!
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Thank you Marta!
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Beautiful blog
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Thanks so much!
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