Image - imagine - imagination

 On my walk this morning I met an Iris, deep violet blue. glowing in the shade. The outer petals open, the fuzzy stuff like caterpillar backs...the inner closed with a few drops of water glistening, holding on the sides of the closed petals quietly, perhaps pausing on their journey through the atmosphere, til their next shape not yet formed.

  Gee that would make a great picture for my blog I muse as I walk home, darn... my camera broke and I am experimenting with a mini tablet. I have not made friends with it exactly.  I am not swallowing all the buzz about the technology.  Do I really need it?  It is very seductive, my fingers like to fondle the icons, instant response...oh the places I could go... I spend time researching, comparing, evaluating.  Myabe the one I got is ok.

 I go back to the iris.
   
 I wield this plate like thing, I think this could be easy for me to drop on the asphalt.  Hum. I am not very good with change, is this the change I need to be making?
  The iris is still closed, but the drops of water have gone, leaving little dusty marks on the petals.

I go home and take a nap.

How about you? How is change moving through you? Or are you moving through change?