“Wha’cha lookin’ at Momma?” A mallard hen and ducklings.
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By Miles A Moody
As I contemplated three little ducklings sitting on a pond the feeling impression encompassed in a phrase descended into my awareness, the phrase “the tremble of innocence.” As if in answer to my question “what might this mean” my thoughts ventured half-way around the earth to settle upon the person of ‘Lily.’ Our friendship feels old and imbued with a purity that runs ever so deeply; it courses in silence with a capacity for quickening like the crystal clear waters of subterranean streams (If you’ve ever spent time in a garden irrigated in this way, then you know what I mean). The enigma of Lily perplexes me still; the stuff of butterfly wings, she dissolves into powder in the most delicate of hands; she’s the porcelain figurine locked away in a case for the entire world to see though none dare to touch her. A prototypical message, she was put on a shelf from which all the subsequent copies were made for dissemination among us, so that we all might be reminded of how great we all can be from this, the original ideal that is Lily. She is innocence; our hands trembled at her touch, such that we feared to draw near her, and in the distance we created, she became unknown to us (Continued with Memorial to Life)
Nikon D90, F/4, 600 mm (Nikkor 4.0 IF 600 ED), 1/800 sec, ISO 800, Gitzo Tripod, Wemberly Head, Concord, NC, USA