Forget Me Not
They are relatively very small compared to what's around them, yet they may be huge in someone's contemplation. How many have we forgotten, and how many have forgotten us? One of my favorite book titles is All My Friends Are Going To Be Strangers, because it cuts to the bone. So there are these little flowers, simple but unforgettable, that pin that tail on this donkey. Because it is sadness that keeps our heart molten and alive. Without sadness, we have no genuine sympathy, and without sympathy, any happiness is hollow. So if I remember nothing else, I remember that we are bound to forget, and all those declarations of love will disappear like birds flying far. Till they are nothing but a speck. And then gone.
12 June 2022
Prospect, Nova Scotia
Keywords:Forget-me-nots, close-up, evening, flowers, greenery, macro