“All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.”
Leo Tolstoy – Anna Karenina
I was traversing my garden, trying to explore the little mesmerizing worlds that there was to discover.
The fly was just sitting there, on a beautiful flower, oblivious of the human pointing his lens directly at him. I was witnessing a scene that at once reminded me of something that Stepan said to Devin in the first few chapters of Anna Karenina. “… the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.”
Here we have the vile fly, desecrating an object of purest beauty. Here we see the light and shadow interacting, as we so often see in our own lives (and so oftentimes choose to ignore). The beggar at the corner of the street, with outstretched hand pleading for some light in his life. Government protests in Ukraine and Venezuela for what the people deem to be a just cause. The opulent and toxic lifestyles of the Wall Street Wolves. The unarmed girl putting a flower in the barrel of a soldier’s loaded gun.
There is so much light, so much variety, so much shadow, so much charm to this beautiful and fleeting moment that we call life.