“Happiness, not in another place but this place…not for another hour, but this hour.” ~Walt Whitman
He walks –
And his feet lead to the green door
He sees familiar sites
The rose arbor, the trellis he made before
He knocks –
And waits patiently
He asks himself
When did I come here last?
He feels that sudden knot of fear
Regrets come late
Remorse is an even bitter pill to swallow
Am I late, he asks?
The door opens
And he sees a stranger.
I am…..he says
Come in, the stranger answers.
The decor has changed
And the pictures are gone
Is this…..he could not go on
She died a year ago.
The stranger says.
She could have waited.
If you said you were coming back.
She could have told you.
She has never forgotten.
A decade –
Days and months of waiting
Even a loving heart
Sometimes feel tired
Even a happy soul
And love, long after it’s neglected
Dies a natural death too.
He retraces his steps
A solitary man
I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets. It has
given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful. Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and benumbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me – I am happy.
~Hamlin Garland, McClure’s, February 1899
Every time I see cloud formations like these, I am reminded of this wonderful quote from Rabindranath Tagore:
“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
Then I begin to sing;
♫♪♫♪See the clouds adrift so far below
Ever changing as they come and go;
Makes me wonder why I’m up so high
When really I am down so low
Of all the wonders I was one allowed
I think that I would always choose a cloud,
Always bring my feelings right out loud,
Whether I’m ashamed or proud.♪♫♫♫
It makes me wonder what life is all about. Took this shot in front of our house. You can view it in large format.
It’s one of those attempted macro shots that I like. I used to grow American climbing roses in shades of red and pink. This reminds me of The Little Prince, that lovely book of Antoine de Saint-Exupery.
“Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding. Find out what you already know and you will see the way to fly.” – Richard Bach
A friend said that this is one of my best shots. And I thought the composition was not good, I was only trying to capture the clouds rapidly changing course while passing through my lens. Then came this bird gliding rapidly, making itself framed inside the tie wires which we used as trellis at the back of the house. This is a raw shot and it reminds me of how it is to be free, unhampered by any extra baggage, reaching one’s destination by sheer determination and grace. It is the art of flying.