Through a Macro Lens: The Tulips


“Not knowing when the dawn will come

I open every door.”

-Emily Dickinson-

journal entry:

A macro lens is new to me.  I saved up for it and eagerly waited for its delivery.  When I took my first photographs with it . . . I thought I had discovered another universe.  I am not one to take pictures of “things” even if they are pretty, or spectacular, or moving.  I am hooked on people and their moments.  But, I have found great pleasure in seeing the world around me in such a beautiful way.   There is a poem by Walt Whitman which I love.  It seems to address the need to step back from thinking . . . and view beautiful things in nature with different eyes.

When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer

When I heard the learn’d astronomer;

When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;

When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;

When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture room,

How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;

Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,

In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,

Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

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