The world is an ongoing canvas. The little grains in the wood. Chipping paint. Rust on a lamp. Sun that highlights green leaves. All that is beautiful and sublime. Brief and difficult to capture. Occasionally the beauty lingers, like a huge rusting ship. Often the majesty is fleeting and ends with the failing light. I find it difficult to capture all the beauty. Sometimes it is overwhelming to see all this magic in the world. Frustrating that other people don't see it.
