Bright spring mornings bring moments of pinpoint beauty. Our perceptions don’t keep pace with our senses. The spectacularly focused scenes—a lone heron flying languidly high above, trees shining out of the forest as if they were flexing their bark, and cool sunlight reaching every corner of the garden—make fine art photographers famous. Even the bugs are unprepared, looping around bedazzled.
I wish the nearby assisted living facility had a retractable roof.

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