Celebrating the unnoticed and the uncared for in nature, pockets of modest gemlike beauty pregnant with emotional and poetic associations.
The point is the seeing – the grace beyond recognition, the ways of the bird rising, unnamed, unknown, beyond the range of language, beyond its noun. Eyes open on growing, flying, happening, and go on opening. Manifold the world dawns on unrecognizing, realizing eyes. Amazement is the thing. Not love, but the astonishment of loving.
~ From “Growing, Flying, Happening” by Alastair Reid (1939 – 2011)