"The universe is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper."
~ Eden Phillpotts*
This morning was one of those mornings when I really did not want to go out first thing and check the birdbath. It wasn't cold enough for hoarfrost to have formed around the edge of the heated basin and, using binoculars, I could verify that there was water in the basin. We'd had a dusting of snow overnight but it wasn't an "interesting" snow. It wasn't a "pretty" snow. I was sure there wouldn't be anything to take pictures of. But I've been proved wrong on that score before and, anyway, going out first thing to check the birdbath is a practice I've had for a year and a half. It's just something I do. And so I dragged my coat on, grabbed my little macro lens for my phone, and stomped outside.
These images are what was waiting out there for me. Looks like Old Man Winter's junk drawer,
doesn't it? Snowflakes just thrown in willy nilly? It's definitely not the lovely, pristine, single snowflake shots I tend to want to take and yet there's such beauty in the imperfect jumble of it all.
I made a couple of mosaic images of "before and after" editing because I was so struck by my sheer, dumb luck at seeing these little gems that really get teased out by the editing process. My husband asked me if I saw what the images would become before I started playing it them and the answer is no, not always. I just know that there's the possibility that there's something magical in there. It's very much a process of, "Let's see what we've got". And I am often really surprised by what I find.
The universe is indeed full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper so we can see and appreciate them. I am learning, little by little.
*A note of the attribution of the quote above: William Butler Yeats is generally credited with this quote but before I use a quote I try to make sure the credit is sound. This time I discovered that it is apparently not correct. It's not Yeats but an English playwright named Eden Phillpotts who made this observation about the magic-filled universe. The quote is from Phillpotts' book, A Shadow Passes (1919 or 1920). My thanks to the nifty website quoteinvestigator.com for enlightening me on its provenance.
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