Dear Mother Nature,
I know we haven’t always been close. When given a choice, I choose to stay inside, reading a book or playing with pixels. I’m an indoor sort of gal.
Yes, like most photographers, I began this visual journey celebrating your beauty. But for some time now, my camera has been focused on the man-made – architecture and urban decay and abstract reflections. Lines and shapes and geometry. I tend to exclude you from my images – except, of course, for your golden morning light and those sapphire skies streaked with cotton-candy clouds.
It’s nothing personal, really. The subjects that speak to me, the ones that light the fire within, usually don’t include you.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t notice.
You remind me of the infinite possibilities of growth and renewal. To embrace change. To accept the cycles of fertile and fallow.
And to be humbled by the simple beauty of a flowering tree – a signal of spring’s soft embrace.
So, here’s to you – a tribute, a thanks, an offering – from the bottom of my heart.
Linking with the Photo-Heart Connection, hosted by Kat Sloma