In my garden:  Lightplay.

Some days I like to look the sun straight in the eye.

( Who says a camera can’t handle it?)

Some days I like to look deep into the tangled web of things without feeling any need either to explain . . . or apologize.  (Because just looking and breathing are enough).

Some days a haphazard pattern and wash of afternoon light are more than enough to send me off in reverie.

I hope never to come to that place in life where I try to manipulate all my pictures into complete thoughts, robbing mere phrases their chance to stand and be seen, denying the merest glimpse its song.


The shortest poem is still a poem, after all; the simplest scene, a vision.