I blush to quote from one of my own dream poems, but "The Chalice" is like "sleek eye candy." Or rather, what I saw in the lines of this calla lily bloom and tried to capture in the picture. An invitation to wander its lines, again and again, for the sheer pleasure of it.
I was just going to wonder here if others get as attached to certain photos they take. Then I recalled I go through pretty much the same thing with poems (I've been learning about and writing poetry since my teens). There's this sort of romance or special affection that lingers with some poems and not with others. Sometimes these special ones (both poems and pictures) are ones others respond well to also, but not always. Nor does it necessarily for me have to do with how well crafted I think they may be. In fact, I think what critical capacity I have can often get over-shadowed by the affection. Nor are they evocative of similar moods or about/of similar things. 'Tis a mystery. Which I'm absolutely fine with (though it makes me a bit hesitant when posting a favorite here) as it's partly that, well, passion that keeps me writing and taking photos.
On the other hand, it's also that vague disappointment beneath them all that what I was aiming for -- albeit somewhat unknowingly -- never quite fully made it into the world that keeps me writing and clicking away. And so I return to the chalice and drink gratefully ... and hopefully.
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