There are times when beauty is shy and hesitates until it can trust the worthiness of the beholder…Beyond the traffic of voyeuristic seeing, beauty waits until the patience and depth of a gaze are refined enough to engage and discover it.
Landscape is rooted and constantly there. There is nothing more faithful than landscape. Whenever I get close to home, this white cliff against the hill always faithfully greets me. I live with its constant and faithful gaze upon me.
Have you noticed how words don’t always reflect what is in the mind? Focussing only on the words and forgetting the voice with all its modulation, tone and cadence, can be problematic. Often what is really being communicated is found in the hidden crevices of the voice. A special kind of listening is needed to hear it.