Between the bees humming in patches of wild blackberry and the perfume of an abandoned heirloom rose climbing over a tumbled-down fence, I had a great deal of difficulty making my daily run yesterday.
It's not that the running was tough, but the distractions were impossible. How can anyone run past glories like this? Especially with a camera in one's hand.
"It's just to gather reference material," I tell myself. But I'm lying.
The truth is I snap gazillions of photos because I can't bear to forget the fleeting beauties that overflow every common roadside. Whether you're in the heart of Manhattan or the woods of Minnesota, miracles abound. And I don't want to forget a single one.
