"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
Monday, November 2, 2009
What's White Isn't Always
Sunday morning, in a friend's garden, under intense November sun, a white skipper floated from plant to plant, just ahead of my shadow. In air, winking white; spread-winged at rest, brown dotted; close up, hairily olive -- the skipper sank into blossom after blossom, and into my lens.