silent
secret
moments
whispered…
gone
silent
secret
moments
whispered…
gone
I don’t know how many times I’ve walked past this tree, but each time it’s just a tree. On some nights, however, when the leaves rustle quietly in the wind, and everyone has gone inside, it looms over these houses, reaching out, waiting…
Shooting outdoors without a wide angle lens forces me to look in less obvious places such as underneath low branches, places I have to work a bit to reach and then discover.
There are whole worlds underneath the things we never notice everyday. Cracks and rifts and canyons of broken wood known only to those who travel there, secret and undisturbed.
I went to take pictures of the pond near the house, but my favorite ones weren’t of the pond at all.
I love getting off track, the journey that’s always more interesting and enlightening than the destination.
It’s perfect that the latest example of this is a picture of weeds, though I wish I’d widened out a bit and caught the tops of the stalks.