Fallen egg

Two years ago, I stayed in Arizona while my husband and daughter traveled to Virginia. It was the first time I had been alone for that long (except for the pets) since the early ’90s!

....Bilocalalia....

Spotted and fragile,
the broken shell once held life,
lost in a heartbeat.

Via#Ronovanwrites-Haiku prompt.

Following Linda Hill’s meditation on emptiness, I looked at the lost egg as a vessel empty of life. The same could be said of my silent house today. Then I take a second look. Beauty still remains.

I accidentally changed a setting on my new camera and the result was the picture below. Even the trash can looks pretty!

Wrong setting

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