Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Haiku #234

How astonishing
to be regarded by her:
praying mantis

This evening I walked our field. Allen has mowed paths through the heavy brush, thistle and wild raspberry, blackberry. I took the camera with me so that I would get some practice. I hoped I would find suitable subjects. I snapped a rusty farm implement, a dragonfly, milkweed, a few insects. I felt little excitement. Then I spied this praying mantis and stepped closer to photograph her. I was looking through the macro lens and suddenly the mantis turned her head and looked directly at me. In that moment, the mantis ceased to be merely a photographic subject and became a consciousness. I was enlightened.


ggw07 said...

Ah- another face of Buddha!? Gretchen

emmapeelDallas said...

Wow! Amazing shot and wonderful words too!

Erin said...

This photo is amazing. I showed it to Mike, and he and I simply stared.



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