I was standing in this little log church that was built in the early 1800s and it was just starting to rain. There was a glassless window there and I leaned out to see how hard it was coming down and I saw this; this perfect light.
There is something in these things that we see every day that holds magic. To name it would be useless. It's been here all this time and hasn't needed a name yet.
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It needs for nothing.. it just is. To see it, as you did, is its gift.
ReplyDeleteThis is incredible. Excellent capture.
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