Praying
It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
- Mary Oliver
This is largely how I feel about photography, at the moment. That I see these little pieces of beauty in the world, as I see them through my viewfinder, I capture them, and my heart feels a little bit lighter, and freer.
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