At last, a concept rather than a hasty grabber.
I like it! Boom boom! Not to be confused with ‘ethereal’ although I like ’em both (and dammit, sometimes both fit the bill).
SO STROLLING IN THE PARK ONE DAY
I got down upon my knees to prey—
—and preyed upon the naive, whom I managed to capture from ambush. That’ll teach ’em to play the innocent with me …
AND HAPPENED UPON AN EXCITED CROWD
of ephemerals celebrating the rites of spring, in autumn. They too went under the shutter—
—proving that there ain’t really no safety in numbers. (The saying’s a crock …)
Neither is there safety in being a loner—
—although this guy did keep a fairly low profile. But for the security of his species he should be advised about camouflage and complementary colours. The woods were littered with the carcasses of reds—kids have been told that these things are poisonous (are too) so take matters into their own hands. For some reason it never occurs to the modern mother to simply tell the kids not to eat them …
AND FOR A CHANGE OF TACK
port, starboard, or thumb—tacks is tacks; so here we are attacking (ouch) the very concept of ephemeral. What on Earth can be more ephemeral than—
—rocks? No, poor naive person—not the rocks, pebbles, gravel and other detritus of the aeons … but the swirly patterns produced in the surfaces of flowing waters; waters that come down from the melting snows of the Southern Alps (which in the Great Scheme Of Things) are also ephemeral.
Perspective: I should have used this notion when ‘perspective’ was the Photo Challenge of the week. dammit, opportunities too are ephemeral—lucky we sometimes get a second chance~!