Robbi Firestone: A Gift From My Eyes, To Yours.
There are so many moments I am simply struck by the awesomeness of having eyes to see. Immense gratitude for my eye-sight often renders me speechless. May you savor another of my captures when I stop "aesthetic arrest". These photographs stand as, "Gifts From My Eyes to Yours."
She settled beside me, this leaf...quietly resting on stone, during my silence...my meditation. I am struck by her simple beauty... uniqueness. Delineation. Design. Her form. The breathtaking forever demand for attention. It's scorn of the mundane. Is it only a leaf? Yet this moments greatest treasure? My breath skipped by it's solitary power. I am struck wordless by it's demand of my attention.
This simple beauty. Nature's act. There is no epic film more inspiring to me than this. And this moment. Shakespeare dreams and fantasizes to make comparison to her Kind. I am decimated by her elegance.