The beautiful thing about taking a break, a holiday, a vacation is that we have time to “stop and smell the roses” so to say. The interesting thing is that the roses are already there. We just don’t see them, let alone smell them. As I walked through the Garden of Giants, I was immediately struck by the vastness of beauty. It spread far and wide, high and low. The impact was overwhelming, the energy undeniable. Yet not until I snuck away from the crowd of chatting tourists and began taking photos could I grasp the pure genius of nature in concert. Putting lens to eye, I am forced into a perspective that allows me to see the fine detail that exists in every frame. Like a mirror of infinity, the detail and magnificence just goes on and on. It is here that I understand the immense importance of the individual and unique expression of each and every plant, of each and every person.
Finding a hammock tucked away in the trees, I lay swinging, listening to the sounds, breathing in the scent of territory unknown to me. I recall a favorite quote by Marcel Proust:
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”
To which I might add “…with which to appreciate and understand the beauty, the power, the importance of my own uniqueness, and that of all the others.”
…Now to carry this knowingness with me across the South Pacific, home to where the scent of roses is awaiting to be breathed in, deeply.
All photos were taken with my iPhone 6s.