(This song sparrow sings for me every morning)
It’s been a long while since I put up a photo post. The truth is, sometimes I spend entirely too much time wandering in cyberspace and marveling at how many people there are out there who take way better photos than I do. (And, for that matter, how many there are who write better than me and who are way funnier than me). So I get shy again about putting myself out there, simply because what I offer is not as good as theirs.
Yeah, I know…silly. And yeah, I know this is a recurring theme in my blog, mainly because it is a recurring theme in my life and the lesson I keep trying to learn—that even if what I offer is not the best, it is my best. And, yeah, I know that sounds hokey or cliché, but it’s a simple truth I’ve always tried to teach my children. But, of course, the hardest part is learning that truth for myself. Yes, there will always be people that can take better pictures and who can write better posts. But there is a beauty in sharing the best that I have, however inadequate I may feel that it is.
And remembering, as well, that there is worth and value in giving others a window into my little world—a glimpse into my imperfect life. Really, in the end, I think we all fall short of completely capturing the glory of a sunrise or the miracle of that perfect rose that blooms year after year. Because it is impossible to adequately convey in a picture or even in words that quickening of our hearts when we witness transcendent beauty—–when we feel connected, if only for a moment, with something far greater than the imaginings of our infinitesimal, earthbound selves.
(Bluebird perched on our old hummingbird feeder crook)
(Song sparrow sings)
[Flamingo (not in natural habitat)]
(Song sparrow and berries)
(Song sparrow and thorns)
(Yesterday, from my front yard)