She sat there watching the rain, pouring down steadily.
She could not call herself an ace photographer, or a talented one, nor was her camera a photographer’s envy. Still a part of her heart mused.
Will man ever be able to capture nature just the way it is in anything at all?
In a photograph, a perfume or recording.
The splendors of nature are so refined, so exquisite. Still beyond man’s palette.