birds in the mist and other beautiful things

I have these images of beauty in my head from the week. For whatever reason, the sort of spiritual beauty of the slough punctures me. Who knows why, but as I walk, as I drive, as I look around, the sun breaking through the fog, the silhouette of birds on the water. All works magic.

I first started writing and posting here as an outlet, a way to reflect, to compile, to order, to think about what I was doing out there. At times I try to be realistic and methodical with concrete examples of what I'm doing. But for me, for who I am, I find I think more in terms of spirit. Not in any religious sense. It's a reflection of the meaning of what I do.