In our facile society, perfection is glossy, fabricated, manipulated and made to order. Yet we are surrounded by unmistakably perfect moments- a smile from a stranger, a funny joke that makes us laugh so hard we almost fall over, being told someone cares about us, a warm, soft puppy falling asleep in our lap. Perfection is simple and unfettered, a single moment that once it is gone, is impossible to replicate on demand.
This photograph is one such moment: on the way back from the woods today, it was raining buckets and the hound and I were drenched. This tiny leaf had landed on the road and two perfectly formed drops of rain set sail upon it.
When we just stop from the crazy pace in our heads, we see the most extraordinary things. Right there. Waiting.