Ventured out this morning in the slush ice and spied little bird tracks in the snow. I have no idea why, but seeing them brought joy to me, and I spent the rest of the trip out almost giddy. I smiled directly in the eye of everyone I encountered, and really peeked at the tiny details of life I wouldn't normally notice. How much of life is spent walking through it without actually seeing the small delicious details of it. It is the artist's eye, this joy of seeing. So, thank you little bird for hopping about on this slushy winter day without snowshoes for your inspiration.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
The Artist's Eye
Ventured out this morning in the slush ice and spied little bird tracks in the snow. I have no idea why, but seeing them brought joy to me, and I spent the rest of the trip out almost giddy. I smiled directly in the eye of everyone I encountered, and really peeked at the tiny details of life I wouldn't normally notice. How much of life is spent walking through it without actually seeing the small delicious details of it. It is the artist's eye, this joy of seeing. So, thank you little bird for hopping about on this slushy winter day without snowshoes for your inspiration.
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