Frost and wind-blown snow soften and add colour to these thistle seed heads I found by the roadside. We often miss simple, unadorned yet lovely sights, sounds, experiences because we are too ‘busy’.
Beauty can be found even on a -14C morning if we are open to taking a moment from the busy-ness of our lives to seek, to appreciate it. I am trying to learn to stop, to look, to see. My photography seems to be helping open me up to it.
. . . describes Achilles, here shying away from a tiny wavelet breaking at his feet during a visit to Lake Erie. ‘Ain’t gonna get wet, don’t wanna, no how, no way, can’t make me.’
He’s never gotten more than his feet wet and that has only happened walking through puddles. Chili has never taken a swim. I’ve encouraged him but have never made nor will I will never make him.
Because he’s a stray I’ll never know the reason for his antipathy to water. Some mysteries are destined to remain such.
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