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We pass by beauty every day. Sometimes we are given the ability to see it; sometimes we have a camera in our hand when we do. For many years I tried to have a camera in my hand.
There are times, looking at a landscape, or a shape, or lighting from reflected sun on the underside of a leaf, when I feel transfixed. It is as if I sense a place I have been that is all beauty, perhaps someplace from my past, perhaps some place I am going to, but it is fleeting. As I age I am struck by beauty, but it is increasingly never enough.
Bright nature, if I do not see God
You are nothing to me but a vast tomb.
- Saint Thérèse of Lisieux
The world is a beautiful and tragic place
Fiddled with Images
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