Five years later – my photo poem still true for me and actively relevant this day. May you also choose the magic.
“These unexpected gifts of magic still continue
their source as mystifying as ever
whether the “face” before me
Is human, cloud, ice, fire…”
– Minor White
An approaching storm
Walking forward, not able to see what is at the end of this dock
We can choose to see the light…or darkness.
I choose the magic.