One day your ship will come in, your prince will arrive. One day is so far away it has no face or date. It’s the shimmer of promise of an oasis in the desert. What we have today is one day. For real. One day. What will you do with yours? I’ll tell you what I did with one day this week. A god-awful week of bone-crushing fatigue, computer tech hell and there’s still two more weeks of Mercury in Retrograde. Nice.
While editing hundreds of photos, I felt paralyzed to pick one for a photo quote. Just one. How difficult can it be. It’s usually so easy but one day slipped into the next and whoops, a week went by without blogging. The indecision mounted. A series on horses? Haunted ruins? Weathervanes? Broken windows? Airports? Black and white or saturated color? Maybe sepia. Maybe nothing.

I dragged myself to my nearby refuge and followed my nose. What could one measly day produce? Actually these 21 images (randomly selected from 100) were taken in about an hour within a 5 acre radius. By the time I took a selfie I felt better, more attuned to the finest filament between life and death. It’s a breath between the two every day. The bees could feel the urgent tug. The chipmunk relaxed into death. The raindrops danced the eternal dance. The garden muse exchanged her yellow cloak of flowers for silvery Chinese grasses. Leaves dried while some flowers boldly dared to unfurl.  Life and death all in one day. Every day.

So, what will you do with your one day?

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