During the writing of Redeeming the Roguish Rake, I was writing a scene in which Rebecca recites this poem to Foxworthy on a starry night. She said her mother had always recited it to her. But, when I was younger, I wanted poetry books for poems, and romance novels were to be poem-less. So I pressed delete.
Copyright 2018 Liz Tyner
Taking photos of grasshoppers isn't how I imagined I'd find enjoyment in life. But a moment with a camera in my hand adds a bit of interest to whatever is in front of me. It seems like I can look at the picture later and see, for the first time, what I was really looking at.
Not everyone feels the same way. Some feel that the camera is a barrier between them and whatever is in front of them, and they can't truly step into the moment thinking about a photo instead of the experience.
We're all so different. Even grasshoppers.
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