Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?
Am I no longer young, and still not half-perfect? Let me
Keep my mind on what matters,
which is my work
which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
– Mary Oliver
I have a resonance with this piece, along with my friend at camera-obscura.
So the question is, how did I allow myself to be astonished today? Well, there was that moment in the afternoon, when I went through the back yard gate to water the flowers, and found the place was a playground for scrub jays. They were wildly happy, darting in circles around each other and around the birdbath with its fountain spouting from a concrete squirrel. It took them a moment to see me coming, and to hear the sound of the gate, and then they darted off.