The Holy One
Autumn in my garden: Flowering plants seem nearly exhausted: fewer blossoms, which means fewer bees visit. Leaves fall gently to the ground around me. On cool mornings, fewer lizards scamper about. It is the dry season in Florida.
Meanwhile, in my photographic work, I continue to try to find a way to allow the thing itself just to be itself. But after years of focussing on the big picture and making landscapes, I find it difficult to just see THIS alone.