There are times when just looking out at the world is too much. With impeccable self-possession, she flaunts color, texture, pattern, dimension, and flickering foils of light. All cascade through my gossamer lens and I am overtaken by the presence of these things. Only then do I see why photos and video recordings are so widely cherished—they hold the focus, which hurried eyes that have seen-it-all can not grasp. Yes, much is required to give pause, to linger longer and let all that in.
Oh, but how I long to receive the world, to be daily engorged with streams of color, shapely spectacles or just plain matter. All of my patience and attention I will exchange for one glimpse of that deep-down presence in things.
Yet, after my eyes roam the rolling country, tracing every verdant dip and golden contour, they fall upon him – a glorious human face – and I do not know if I can bear it any longer. I must look away. All that beauty looking back at me.