Bubbles stir the magic of imagination whether one is a toddler, teen or adult. What is it about these whimsical spheres that cause us to laugh, blow lightly, chase or try to catch one only to have it disappear in an instant? I can still hear the lilting laughter of my grandchildren and feel my own delight. These are stored in the annals of my mind.
This photo is for the Four Challenge: “To regard the imagination as metaphysics is to think of it as part of life, and to think of it as part of life is to realize the extent of artifice. We live in the mind.” (wallace stevens)