I can see by the old clock on the wall...there's a dead fly. On my computer, the clock just turned to 12:00 midnight. May is gone. All in all, May was a pretty good month photography wise.
There's sixteen new folders of fotos on my hard drive. That means I spend more than half the month photographing. We'll have to see if that continues with the hotter months ahead.
A huge contribution were the heavy rains which brought lots of flowers. It seems I really got into flowers this month. That will continue as I find that photographing flowers a pure joy.
So I leave May with this poem.
Today is a day like any other: twenty-four hours, a little sunshine, a little rain.
"Listen", says ambition, nervously shifting her weight from one boot to another,
"why don't you get along?"
For there I am, in the mossy shadows, under the trees.
And to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists of idleness, I don't want to sell my life for money, I don't even want to come in out of the rain.
Poem by Mary Oliver
Image by Andy deBruyn
Time 12:12 June 1
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