Imperfection stands out almost immediately. Screams out, "I am here!"
But embraced and adopted, tickles the soul. Because it is at the core of reality.
Bound to happen. Born to be. The essence of love and life or maybe love for life.
Irreplaceably one of a kind.
From the last circle to the last there is the same amount of love and attention invested.
Embrace the imperfect, the mis-fire, mis-take. It was supposed to happen.
Happened for a reason.
Celebrate originality. Absorb being different. True. Real. Simple.
Rowan Berries at Wageningen Hoog, August 2020
The last circle is put on paper with a bit of sour note because the trip has reached the end.
But then, the thrill is back as an idea for a new picture sparks in my head and heart.
