A Mourning Dove coos as I kneel in the morning garden. Could it be one recently fledged from the nest on the front porch light? I allow myself to think so. I enjoy the company of its soft, soulful murmur as I lean in closer to Astilbe’s feathery plumes while the recently risen sun dapples the lawn beyond.
With the image displayed on the computer screen indoors, I notice the thick catkin hung up in the dainty white flowers; and I smile. Thousands of these string-like male flowers from the Hickory overhead fall every spring as do thousands of nuts every autumn. The catkins cushion our footsteps on the front walk while the nuts crunch beneath our feet, and these seasonal rhythms delight!
Just as reading a book creates a scene in my head, so do your words and photos. I always get so much more out of your photos than just a beautiful visual sight. I get transported along a journey and feel as though I am there with you experiencing it in the moment. For me, your words truly bring your photos alive.
