For me at age 11, I had a pair of binoculars and looked up to the moon, and the moon wasn’t just bigger, it was better. There were mountains and valleys and craters and shadows. And it came alive.
~ Neil deGrasse Tyson
One of the compensations of being mostly in bed, on the bed, or propped in a chair right now is my new binoculars.
We had an old set, antiques that were a gift to a sea captain a hundred years ago. They were heavy and slow to adjust, and I never quite got the hang of them.
But now I have new ones that are smaller and lightweight, and that zoom in to give me the most exquisite details. I can use them for birds, or the moon, or the budding branches of far trees. I can see bark and flowers and the ridging of the distant palm leaves, and it’s amazing.
Our natural world really is magical. I am newly enchanted, and I don’t think I will ever tire of the wonder. My inner five-year-old is thrilled!
Love, and bugs and birds in close-up, Nicole xx