Treasure by Any Measure

What if we treasure the common as much as we value the rare? What then?

It’s not that any of us sets out to denigrate the ordinary things of nature. We just become so accustomed to them that they’ve grown, if not invisible, literally unremarkable to our minds.

That’s one reason for our interest in recollections of childhood vision. How interesting and beautiful were these humble flowers when we were at their level, on hands and knees, seeing them — noticing them — for the first time or dozen times? What has changed?

Much of our photo-art work leans toward innate impressionism rather than studio-style representation. Because it’s our brain, hearts, and perhaps the soul that do the seeing.

When we pay attention to the humble things, the old Navajo chant begins to reverberate. “Beauty all around me…” And that’s a treasure… by any measure.