Through the Prism

After passing through the prism, each refraction contains some pure essence of the light, but only an incomplete part. We will always experience some aspect of reality, of the Truth, but only from our perspectives as they are colored by who and where we are. Others will know a different color and none will see the whole, complete light. These are my musings from my particular refraction.



Last Friday morning I noticed how all of the trees at the park were suddenly, brilliantly in bloom with beautiful white flowers and made a point of heading back in the evening to capture pictures of them when the light was dramatic. I shared this one a couple of posts ago:

I didn't get quite the same angle, but close enough to compare. Today, a couple hours shy of exactly one week later, most of the flowers have fallen and the skeletal tree is coming back to life. Dramatically rapid change:


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