the rivet holding the copper table as if the finest meal is about to be prepared. As when now I can't find words or analogy to express this one-time, had-to-be-there beauty. Beauty is of the moment. Blink.
Showing posts with label words and beauty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label words and beauty. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 19, 2019
Saturday, May 13, 2017
If I were an eagle...
From the sliding door window, looking toward Mt Diablo. If I were an eagle soaring, I would zoom in on the Mariposa Lily (or butterfly tulips). Those showy Calochortus. Three blood spots in the shape of hearts. The winged feasts on beauty.
Which words are eagle-like? Which like Mariposa lilies? What beauty shall I taste today?
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