One is as solid as solid gets; one is almost translucent.
One operates on geological time, withstanding eons of erosion; one operates at the short end of floral time, breaking apart with the barest breeze.
One can land a chunk on your head, to significant ill effect; one can land a petal on your hand, almost unbeknownst.
Sedona’s red rocks and pink roses would seem to have nothing in common. Nothing but this: Both are fabulous. And so is the camera in my new phone.
Wow. I can feel the softness. Good camera
Barbara – And small, for a camera. A tad large for a phone. 🙂
Confections of lusciousness. Mesmerizing yet so delicate I fear to fade them as I stare. As you muse upon one and onliness, I marvel that I, you, we can encompass these iconic contrasts between rose and red rock. I sip this cup of awe, as at Communion. And with thankfulness.
Laurna – It is an amazing Creation, for sure.