Sunday, March 17, 2013

Rite Of Spring

It's become something of an annual ritual for me to record the return of the daemons in the little grove along the path near my office every spring.  I do not know what they are -- nor do I expect ever to learn -- but for whatever reason, I have come to regard them as a kind of reflection of my inner self, and it reassures me that they return without fail every spring.  I don't know why I have come to this conclusion.  Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that no one else around me seems to notice them, I do not know;  but I do know this:  they are real, not imaginary.  If they can be photographed, they are real, are they not?

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