I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars
--Walt Whitman
Frost has a way of highlighting things that otherwise escape attention. Small things like tiny leaves and blades of grass. Not the sort of stuff that will set a person on fire -- Uncle Walt and present company, presumably, excluded. And -- The morning light was exceptional; an elusive wash of soft aquagold that I would have gladly offered to the devil, both my iphone, and my soul, if he would only give me some way to capture it. An aspiring rocket-scientist, (among other things) I was working on a theory to account for it ... something about micro-ice crystals in the air, the angle of the morning light, bending and filtering...
... and finally, another video to test the limits of the definition of "video."
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