“Not knowing when the dawn will come
I open every door.”
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.