Borrowed Art

It's all too easy. The beauty..the color...the light. There it is -  morning after morning...day after day - just waiting....begging for me to stop..to look..to see. A sitting duck...a deer in the headlights...a moment wanting to be captured and preserved. Forever.

It's as if I'm stealing. It's someone else's idea..it's someone else's plan..it's someone else's painting. All I'm doing - really - is copying and pasting. But then...and on the other hand - I just can't seem to turn the other way. I can't pretend that this - this astounding grace that surrounds me..isn't unfolding.

I'm just borrowing - I tell myself. I'm borrowing from mother nature. And - I will..I will..I promise - give it back. I'll return it - back to where and from it belongs - when I'm done.