thing, getting from here to there. Still, I caught a glimpse in passing of the snow that had collected, adorned so elegantly my front-porch basket of red and greens (in lieu of wreath).
I was already indoors, but that glimpse pulled me back outdoors. I took two steps backward to take in the beauty full on, and that changed my direction. Wherever I had been going was instantly usurped by this moment of pause, and thoughts of the camera.
Simple beauty captures and inspires me. What possesses me to grab a camera to record this beauty I still do not know, but something does possess me. And then, if I'm "lucky," there it is. An imprint, a likeness--more than a likeness: the life force of the "thing" itself--is preserved in time. My arrangement: the ribbons and the fresh, found greens and berries in the rescued half basket (a cemetery discard) were a gift. The snow was a gift. The camera is a gift. The leap in the heart: what a gift.
May you be blessed with many such gifts throughout this magical season.