there are great white trillium all over the woods now. beautiful big blooms lighting up the underbrush, making the forest brilliant. they precede the may apples and have more pizazz than the maroon prairie trillium. they get our attention.
it’s not easy to capture a good photograph of great white trillium. not because they are elusive or shy, but because they reflect back sunlight and the images tend to be somewhat blurry, details burned out into flat white. i felt fortunate with this photograph. even the specks of pollen off the yellow pistils are visible.
and then i noticed it. the shadow. the tiny dandelion next to the trillium was casting a shadow onto the delicate petal.
when i first noticed – further down the trail – i thought that i had missed my shot – that the interrupted petal somehow blemished the photograph.
the more i studied it, the more i realized how very lucky i had been – to capture the very moment in the sun’s angle that this little dandelion made a distinct shadow on its neighboring wildflower.
sometimes we don’t realize how imperfection is simply perfect.
what looks like wreckage is that which welcomes grace, how a broken road reveals the right path, how organic surpasses the staged, how cobbled-together – all the moments of bliss and the moments we think are shadowed with ruin – our lives really are, how imperfection is actually perfect.
what we thought was the wrong shot is – in reality – the right shot.
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