'It is not the physical object, it was but that indescribable something of which they become for a moment the messengers. It seldom seems the message was intended for us, but something we overheard. Beauty has smiled, but not to welcome us; her face turned in our direction but not to see us. For they are not the *thing* itself; they are only the scented flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited. The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not *in* them, it is only what came *through* them, and what came through them was longing…' -C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory
Resonating words from a new read and some of my Icy Orchard photography on dslr from this past weekend, spring is inevitably coming… May peace be with you and with us all.
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