Posts Tagged William Henry Davies
I haven’t felt like taking photographs for a long time. I did try, but always looked at the ones I took and went, “bleh!”, because that is what it was … just bleh! There was no sparkle, no ‘wow’ … nothing.
Who knows why this happened? Maybe my muse left the building, maybe I couldn’t see beauty anymore? Something was up, or missing or lost … until yesterday when I cut open a green bell pepper to put in my salad and there it was … beauty.
The seeds hadn’t come loose and scattered all over the inside of the pepper; instead it lay in perfect, velvety little pearl drops inside this luscious jade basket. I wanted to lick it, it looked that good.
I got my camera instead.
The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me
Out of those Azure heavens and this green earth —
I drink and drink, and thirst the more I see…