Dew is perennial; unlike rain, which comes and goes, dew is a daily occurrence. It’s like grace, arising regardless of our merit.
I was searching for a counterweight to the world’s towering edifices of greed, hatred and delusion… A place of light in the world’s swamping darkness. A tiny light barely visible through the trees. A light that was carefully nurtured, lovingly protected, and would not go out. Light, like a witness, like an example of what the world could be.
Beautiful images for beautiful words. Thank you.
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I absolutely love that second picture: all those lines & shadows!!! (The first pic ain’t too shabby, either…)
I love the interplay between words and images here. (And I’m honored that you chose to illustrate some of the words from one of my posts.) Thank you.