Borrowed Art

It's all too easy. The beauty..the color...the light. There it is -  morning after after day - just waiting....begging for me to see. A sitting duck...a deer in the headlights...a moment wanting to be captured and preserved. Forever.

It's as if I'm stealing. It's someone else's's someone else's's someone else's painting. All I'm doing - really - is copying and pasting. But then...and on the other hand - I just can't seem to turn the other way. I can't pretend that this - this astounding grace that surrounds me..isn't unfolding.

I'm just borrowing - I tell myself. I'm borrowing from mother nature. And - I will..I will..I promise - give it back. I'll return it - back to where and from it belongs - when I'm done.