Great Brook Farm State Park, Massachusetts
Through the corridor of wildflowers between the cornfields.
Colorful, buzzing amalgam of energy,
transcends physical bounds...
Who is the ONE ?
A bee or a petal ? A butterfly or a flower ?
A hummingbird in the moment of repose,
or this cloud, high-up in in the blue ?
Lone Tree Hill, Belmont, Massachusetts
A butterfly, flapping, from flower to flower...
Here I am, resolute to stand still and wait,
in the hope that she will find a nous for repose so I can enjoy her wings.
But she never does, just flutters away,
in tune with summer meadows...
Coolidge Reservation, Massachusetts
Watching butterflies makes me wonder how and why they look the way they look ?
Is it existential or purely to enchant ? To enchant Whom ?
And how this helps them to survive ?
I do not know,
but feel that BEAUTY is systemic to nature and the genes just learn to express IT...
