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양재천 on Sunday morning

A miniature Italian Greyhound with a bigger than normal Border Colie. What a lovely pair! :p

Hey this is my turf, duckie!!

A fierce turf war broke out between two ducks, and after the chaotic skirmish, I found a lone feather gently floating on the water—silent evidence of the violent clash.

The dew drops were so tiny that I only noticed them after capturing the photo and zooming in. To my surprise, they had formed a perfect crown around the flower bud, appearing as if out of nowhere, a delicate masterpiece revealed in the morning light.

I find a profound beauty in the final stages of life. There’s something deeply moving about the way even a withered leaf, once vibrant and green, takes on a new elegance as it dries and fades. In its last moments, its colors shift, revealing a delicate artistry that wasn’t there before, a quiet reminder that every phase of existence has its own grace. Just as the leaf embraces its final form, I admire the resilience and beauty that life reveals as it draws to a close. It's a poetic cycle—one of transformation, where the end carries its own unique charm and dignity.

No matter how sharp or delicate, the drops of morning dew glistened like jewels—gifts from Mother Nature herself, born from her fertile bounty. There's an undeniable beauty in her balance, isn't there? So fair and generous, she offers these moments of grace, even in the harshest of conditions. Each drop seems to hold a quiet promise, a testament to her enduring fairness and care.

Happy Sunday for all of us.