Thursday, February 13, 2025, 16.2*
Not quite awake the day presents gray made brighter by months of snow reflecting the least light. Last night the moon seemed to sit upon a ring of jewels. Luna, magical, presents many optical illusions especially when clouds crowd about her. Does Luna believe that hiding behind trees obscures her? Trees only serve to change her shape; or use her as a lens for their limbs. I wonder if she looks at her pictures and thinks “That’s not what I look like. Must’ve been a bad shot!”
Zsolt bounces up the ramp ears flying. Maybe it’s just the hopeful in me, there is something different about him today. Day to day changes; changes that happen incrementally seem ordinary as if nothing has changed. It is always when I see something or someone away from the picture they’ve always appeared in that I view them with a critical eye. Like my photography, against a new backdrop all things take on a new appearance.
"Therefore we do not lose heart.
Though outwardly we are wasting away,
yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day."
2 Corinthians 4:16
Photo: LJ Austin
