Clouds of Grass

A slower shutter speed plus a strategically placed beam of sunlight brought out an ethereal quality in these lush, wind-swept grasses. The languid aura of this image brings to mind this beautiful excerpt from Mary Oliver's poem, The Summer Day:

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

Pay attention.