Irony, thy name is email forwards...

..... nary a second after I published the last post, an email labelled 'the most beautiful.....' house, little boy, little girl, eyes, waterfall, horse, plant (that is a bubble you dope!), city, bridge takes up residence in my inbox. A completely random collection of photos, arbitrarily selected by an ignoramus with a sheep like qualities (niagara was the best falls...a grotesque one dimensioned, bright neon rendition no less) and a marked lack of any imagination or even an adequate eye for anything but the most banal, forwarded with the customary enthusiasm of the daft, nebulous sender of mass emails, now doing the mandatory circuit of cyberspace. For the clarification of any doubt (call it 100% redundancy if you will), I probably would have spared a second glance for the plant, simply because the combination of dark, lusciously edible green with that reflecting bubble begs an initial gasp, swiftly followed by an irresistible urge to touch it and watch it wobble precariously before losing all control and jabbing a perfect moment into oblivion before nature can beat you to it. Yes, my godchildren adore me!