The road taken

and still there are surprises.  Every day brings changes.  Of course, one can always walk backwards for a change of perspective.

Perspective

Can't get enough of it!

What other "things" are always fresh, always in the moment?  

 

Metal or bauble star?

 Whether looking up, looking down, or looking within, perspective is the paint.  But who is the painter?  

Perspective is sometimes a stretch

 

I know at least

intuitively 

atmosphere 

and perspective 

are cousins.  

When a line or two

try to corral the blurry, the outcome is never a given.  Our perhaps it is all perspective, and the blurry is trying to obscure the line.  For sure, perspective is never a singular voice.

 

Perspective on the otherworldly

Artichokes are like succulents.  Fractal and otherworldly.  So mesmerizing, they demand to be counted like each step as you approach them.  Some things otherworldly are edible.  Artichokes, in particular.

Perspective

on growth.  Spring has its way with everything.  Sometimes you need to get up higher to see.  This was a view from the puyas.  Poems, too, benefit from perspective.  Sometimes a perspective of a new notebook.  New pen.  Or cooking.  Or a long walk.  Like Spring, perspective is never singular. And often, kinetic.