It's a small thing I do every day -- walk and look with my camera. It's a small thing to write a blog post that would go unread were it not for a former student who religiously reads each post. (Yes, you know who you are, W.) It's a small thing to snap photos, throw most away, tinker with a few others, and upload one each day to a gallery. But there's nothing small about the effects. I see the world as if new every day. I feel more fully myself in those moments when I walk and snap. I am more grateful than I have ever been for the small things -- legs that walk, eyes that see, ears that hear. I have learned to love Sewanee for its smallness and the beings that live in it.
I wear a kind of light weight now, like the bee burying its head in a zinnia: for a moment, it is mine -- all of it -- and then I fly away.
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