Bubble Fishing

Use of photography teaches me to feel the rustle of moments.  Shutter speed has a creativity all its own.
What else enlivens from the bubbles and papyrus?

The reflection from a dew globe searches the rose next door. Or, is a butterfly primping?


Moments stretch the power of the senses and shrink the need for perfection.

Like photography, writing does not require a definite subject or something to say. Rambling attracts words through imagery.  The process brings a novelty to light or permits a perception into existence. 

In the ordinary, discovery slants, catapults or somersaults perspective.

The tease of unknown intrigues.  I begin a blog entry with a spark and during the fingering of keys or delving into a photograph a collage of ideas percolates and permeates the screen.

  
Clouds in a puddle form and circulate wonder.