Seeing Double

An early morning phone call about a good friend in the hospital sent me outside, where I looked, and looked, and looked. Everywhere, trees flamed, grass glowed Irish-green, sky ranged from robin's-egg blue to azure, small flowers bloomed, mosses and lichens and fungi held on to downed limbs, stones and rocks, and trees.

Growth and decay all at once; life in its many forms, including dying.

Sometimes I shoot pictures because it's all I can do to pause the play button. This morning was one of those times.