In the end, I had to admit that nature will reveal its beauty as it dictates. Man can only do so much to try to unveil its inner beauty, and the use of glass and sensors, however polished or pixelated, can only convey a sense of its splendour but not replicate it.
I had spent the weekend trying to remove softness, as if the velvety reality of the fragile and delicate work of our Creator can be fobbed off clinically and crisply.
The softness of the images is a reality of the natural imprecision of papery-thin petals, mixed with the gentle chaotic rhythm of the breeze, and the tremors of a breathe and finger, held in awe.
After the earthquake came a fire. But the Lord was not in the fire. And after the fire there came the sound of a gentle breeze. And when Elijah heard this, he covered his face with his cloak and went out and stood at the entrance of the cave.
1 Kings 19:12-13
Lumix GX85; M Zuiko 40-150 mm; Raynox M 1.5, 28 mm Macro-extensors; August 2020