Green tomatoes have started to look beautiful

I have been seeing green tomatoes all my life, but they never did anything for me till now…

There I was, walking in the garden the other day and it hit me, like a huge wad of old bearer cheques. Thud.

I stopped and gaped. What the? I was stunned. It was as if God’s own hand had just touched them. Two very green tomatoes- and a tiny litte one above them, hanging there- unfettered by inflation, untouched by the exchange rate. Glorious. Untainted. Green.

When I recovered, I just HAD to dash into the house grab my camera and shoot away. I took photos like a mad man. From the top from the left, from the right, at ground level, with the normal lens, with the telephoto lens, on my feet, on my knees, on my stomach, on my back.

All of a sudden I knew! Heaven is a not the beauty of a green tomato. Heaven is the ability to see that beauty.

Written by fungaijames on September 6th, 2008 with 2 comments.
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