Seeking out that 'perfect' blossom....that one that's full and pink and in its 'perfect' prime and peak. Seeking out the 'perfect' moment..the 'perfect' light..the 'perfect' picture. The one that I'm certain everyone will like.
My camera's lens searched and scanned the horizon. So many possibilities..and not a single one that's right.
And then - it landed on this. It sees. I see. It's not what I was seeking. It wasn't even on my mind.
But somehow - it was this simple string of imperfection - that spoke loudest of all. Not yet fully ripe. Not yet- in full bloom. Not yet 'there'...but definitely - a work in good process.
The imperfectly 'perfect' metaphor for living and life.