Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots which we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth [...]
In 1991, when Mr N and I celebrated our first wedding anniversary, we bought a vibrant pink azalea. It has survived our unskilled gardening techniques (it hates being moved, we’ve discovered, and punishes us by refusing to flower the next year) and every May we look forward to the jubilant burst of colour which marks [...]
Sometimes what we’re looking for isn’t straight ahead, it’s just to the side, tantalisingly close, in our periphery vision.
I love what I find when I use my macro lens to look beyond the obvious; it gives me freedom to experience each flower from a new angle. I can see at first glance how like the others it is, by focusing right in I see its uniqueness.
People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within. Elizabeth Kübler-Ross
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