“And those who were seen
dancing, were thought to be crazy, by those who could not hear the music.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
The other day I was busy
taking photographs of the world from the perspective of a daisy. A man
walked by, and looked at me in that pitying, somewhat superior way people do
when they think you’re a bit simple. I passed no remarks. I knew what I was
about, and I didn’t need his affirmation.
This is what the chap, who
thought he’d got an edge over the mad bird
with the camera, missed. He didn’t see the dewdrops
condensing on the blades of grass as the late autumn sun melted the fog off the
lawn. Viewed from the perspective of the daisy it looked like a lush jungle
dusted with diamonds. I wonder, if he’d paused to look, would he have heard the
music?
All the best for now,
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