The sun may not have decided to bestow his glory upon us.
But that need not mean one is completely helpless.
One can always look for something else to shoot
something that doesn't need that special sparkle of the sun
Something not particularly sharp, bright, fresh and new
and even discolored
and perhaps completely ordinary
But one can always try to look for some interesting shapes
otherwise of no interest.
If one is determined enough
one can always find something a little less usual
a little more interesting
There are always shapes and colors
dirty or rusted
or regular, orderly and brand new
there are always all kinds of patterns
they need not all be natural
They may even be completely mechanical
or merely utilitarian
But somehow, nature seems a little more interesting.
Maybe, it's that nature is alive?
Maybe, she is always a little unexpected
she can appear in very many different shapes
and the most surprising mix of colors
the same thing may morph into something completely different
there's always a kind of careless serenity
a kind of quiet shimmering
by her side, the monotonous lack of human imagination stands in yawning contrast
Perhaps that's why people like to collect her forms
and decorate their fence with something alive
there's a kind of stubborn resilience
that wants to push for attention.
Perhaps that's why even tiny insect love her forms