Dec. 7, 2013 |
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Yesterday I was at Clinton Lake with my camera but didn't get a whole lot of shots-wrong lens for the conditions. But this little bloom in the sun caught my eye:
leading to this line:
"The humblest flowers have their moment in the light even if no one is watching."
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Actually Tange, this is a dig at the notion that there is something special about human observers...really I am being antianthromorphic.
Anthropomorphic...the hazards of responding via cell phone.
Well no, in fact it probably doesn't matter whether we are around to hear the humble hum of the bumbling humble bee.
That said I can still enjoy Emerson: in a non anthropomorphic way, of course:
BURLY, dozing humble-bee,
Where thou art is clime for me.
Let them sail for Porto Rique,
Far-off heats through seas to seek;
I will follow thee alone,
Thou animated torrid-zone!
Zigzag steerer, desert cheerer,
Let me chase thy waving lines;
Keep me nearer, me thy hearer,
Singing over shrubs and vines.
The complete poem is at:
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