The Set and not the Sun

Sometimes it's less about the sun and more about the set.

Stormclouds gathering at sunset over Terlingua and Bee Mountain 062413

 We, as a people, go about our daily lives. Trips to the grocery store, the hair salon, the gas station, restaurants, our places of employment. Other lives, oblivious to our own, exist and thrive without our knowledge. If we do know about them or realize they exist, it is on a superficial basis. I go to work five days a week and then go home. On one of those usual days I drove up to the back of the motel, parked, and on my walk to the back door, I glanced to my right and noticed what would appear to most, a weed. Long, green, and seemingly insubstantial thin and barely there on leggy stems. At the end of the stems were very tiny white blooms. In a desert setting, to me, any color can be a welcome sight. I made a mental note to take a photo later during a non-busy moment in my work that evening.

I am always amazed at the beauty contained within a very small and tiny space. I was not disappointed with this bloom. They are pictured below. The anthers are the width of a human hair. Fragile and thin looking, the anthers were covered in what appeared as sugar particles. What the sugar particles actually are is pollen.

Again, it brings to mind that here, in the searingly hot and unmerciful desert sun, there are these small blooms there, below our eyes that stare straight ahead and often miss these small worlds that spin and grow and thrive. I love those worlds.

Enjoy and thrive yourself.

Remember, the world is what we make it.

Charlton