You can chase rainbows every day but do you ever find the pot of gold? I guess not which is the point of the story. The boy and I chased a rainbow round the woods recently and I tried to explain to him scientifically, biblically and well the folklore significance of a rainbow. He was a bit baffled, and I don't blame him.
Looking back over my photos and thinking about what makes up my days - I think I know the truth about rainbows. They are special, and beautiful, an expression of love and promise. They always come after rain and storms and they are not an end in themself. In short we live day to day, dread Mondays, ache for our days off, exalt in the gentle kind moments, look for beauty - and it never ends. The pot of gold always out of reach, the rainbows evaporating in a flash to reappear again when the sky clears.
