ON AN EDGE

it happens on

the edge: transition,

change, movement.

Definition.

At the edge, I see what’s

what. I think I

know what’s what, but

appearances, well,

you know – they’re

deceiving.

Still, I’m drawn to

an edge, if

only to keep

the comforting rhythm of

returning

to center.

Photos of Begonia leaves; Lumix G3, 60 mm, f 2.8, 1/40-1/80 sec, ISO 800.

 

 

 


23 comments

  1. Beautiful and very enjoyable post, Lynn – I certainly am glad that I decided to follow your blog. I especially like “I think I know what’s what”, and the idea of enjoying edges because its nice to go back inwards from them again. Love these images too. Adrian

    • Yes, we think we know what’s what sometimes, but…well, maybe not. And yet, where would we be without edges and ways to define our world? Glad this resonates with you.

  2. You do have a way with words Lynn ~ nothing quite like walking along that edge not quite knowing what is real and what isn’t, and what you cannot capture with your words, your photos fill in the void. Beautiful.


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