No way I can count the different ways that this shot moves me. I must start with that double-headed tear slowly working its way down to my mustache. On to that ‘Jeff’s Earring’ of a mated pair of Eastern Black Swallowtail butterflies, flew they did to my hat, then shoulder, then my right ear. The red, white and blue head band symbolizes much here, what with the tumultuous year we have all endured. The kind of ruddy look to me here makes some sense, this being the guy/kid who never even saw the golden spoon, growing up on the streets of Brooklyn, New York. There’s so much more talking to me here, in this image captured by Sylbie.
The thing is that this for me is an iconic shot, caught by a friend who was not supposed to be there then, with a pair of G-d’s most beautiful adorning my ear, and she with wings fully shared.
Just back from being Wow’d!!! in the Rio Grand Valley, and hours from New Year 2018, I am buzzed by expectancy. What will ’18 bring? And, as Jan shared, will our path’s cross?