Playing among the ivy, flowers emerge like sparks in luxurious tones mingling blues, indigos, azure, white and violet.
They’re minute, but their beauty captures me, it captivates me. I need my macro to portray their astonishing beauty (and get nowhere near it).
How often do we let small things pass us by, even when they’re beautiful. Flowers, gestures, looks, brief exchanges of words, in so many great and unimportant things that give beauty to life. How often do small things hold the greatness that imbues our time with meaning.
We need to be thankful for small things in a world where, as Eduardo Galeano says, we confuse size with greatness. That’s no way forward, is it?
Hugs and kisses,