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| There's nothing subtle about a Rhododendron in full bloom. Every snippet of color vies for attention. It's the rhythmic bounce of sunlight that passage through reds and greens I find gratifying. Shapes easily move from behind a petal to the top surface of a leaf, and then disappear. Light and shadow fit into each other like reflections in a mirror, and then fall through cracks between stems. I like to turn the flower over to look underneath. If we don't look with all our senses, how are we going to see the other side? I feel so lucky to have this opportunity to merge with nature and see this running-over of pattern. The next time I look at a Rhododendron, I'm sure I'll see deeper into the lives of things. That's how it goes. The more we look, the better we see a summary of all the moving parts, the better we can see the life tucked between the folds of petals. | ||||