there are times when, in spite of your best intentions, every aspect of your life seems just a wee bit out of focus. yesterday seemed to be one of those days. even the belladonna amaryllis, their nakedness such a lure, refused to be seen clearly.
i pushed the button on the camera relentlessly & without even a glance at the playback option to see if what i was so intent on capturing was clearly in focus. it’s not like i hadn’t taken hundreds of photographs utilizing the macro setting before without incident.
but yesterday the flowers were defiant. “enough! ” they declaimed. “we are tired of your incessant invasion of our privacy. stealing our beauty & sharing it willy-nilly, with this person & that. how do we know if they respect our beauty? how can we be sure they are worthy?”
i was dumbfounded by their resistance, “there is no way to gauge our audience’s appreciation of your perfection,” i lamented, “we can only hope that they will leave a comment eulogizing your striking symmetry & elegant sense of color & form or click on ‘like’ or touch their cursor to their <3.”
my hopeful plea seemed to assuage a small portion of their worry & ever so slowly (& thoughtfully) they slipped back into focus; their beauty all the more striking for having been momentarily denied me (& you.)