Sometimes it seems that, in the rush that’s the standard condition of our lives, we pause only to look at the things we are expected to see — the castles and sunsets and beaches, the blooming roses in a well-tended garden. But the things in between, the things that exist without the constant burden of human attention, are the things I like best.


These are human places — houses glimpsed from trains and buses, the tops of buildings and alleyways.


And non-human places — the insects’ world, full of colors and textures, so small we don’t notice. 

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