I once heard that there are few subjects for poems. Love and death. Well, everything we do we do for love. After doing what we do to survive. But then, there are an infinite number of little awareness items to joyfully ponder, that is, inbetween surviving and love, which often can be the same thing. Stingray at Sea World a couple of weeks ago.
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That picture is really beautiful, Tom
Sue, thanks. I'm no expert on photography, but I know that the real excitement of a photo is how the picture was taken, the story behind the photo. I tried to get the stingray centered, but the darn delay in the digital camera is slow. Anyway, the picture is half accident, and maybe half of a lot art is also half accident, and maybe half of life.
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