You should treat a muse like a fairy
– Paulo Coelho
I troubled myself to look up the exact meaning of Muse in the dictionary. Sounds silly ? Yes, of course it was an silly act. But I tooth -combed my grey cells for a muse. No answer. For someone ruled by Moods, muse is ever changing 😉
A couple of months back, I sat near my room window watching the heavy downpour of rain and strong breeze. Ahhh, I love to do that 😛 There was this very tiny area, smaller than the palm of a newborn, on the sill where the concrete has worn away. It quickly filled with rain water….and the muse demon rose inside and kicked my grey cells 😀
Just a few random shots of a swinging tree branch reflected in that tiny puddle.
These were the results 😉 –
With my ever changing Muse, I click anything and everything 😀 Here’s another sample 😉
Weekly Photo Challenge – Muse