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I’ve walked this walk so many times before…I’d come to believe there was nothing more.
To see. To feel. To taste and touch. To fully experience.
And- yet - on this particular morning before the sun had fully risen.
Something familiar…and something brand new.
Something white in the distance.
I’ve captured these beauties many times…many ways…many seasons - before.
Never have I been lucky enough to capture them quite like this.
Why is this night different?
As we went thru the telling of the passover story - there was a moment where I thought how un-different it really is. So much is so much same.
People - fleeing.
People - escaping bondage.
People - fighting for their right to be free.
People - like you...and like me.
We return and repeat...and repeat and return.
Do we learn? Anything?
It's a typical spring scene...on this spectacularly warm spring day.
These swans...on this pond.
The one I've walked circles around for so many years before this.
Why is this different?
It's not. It's the same.
It's only the light in which I see it in.
That's new.
That's different.
That's changed.
Some days....I just get lucky.