There are no snow-capped mountains nearby.
For all that, I still look for the beauty all around me in the everyday world I call home. A week away in scenic grandeur has increased the challenge in some ways, but has made me more aware of the genius of William Blake. Things I drive past regularly are suddenly more visible. This tree trunk on the Haywards hill suddenly revealed itself as a rata … look at those roots coming down the side of the original host.
From there I looked at Pauatahanui Inlet on the Motukaraka Point , hoping for kingfishers. There was one, though it didn’t move while I was there. Still, I just wanted to let them and you, dear readers, know that I am still interested.
But I was tired, and not up for a long stay, so I turned towards home. The sea of waving salt grasses made me pause along Grays Rd.
Though there is seemingly no subject, I like the patterns set up by the grass. However I tried to get closer so I put the camera down at the level of the mud and tried for a bird’s-eye view, assuming that it was a wading bird in the pond. Blake was right*. There is a whole world down there in each grain of sand.
*Auguries of Innocence by William Blake