“Take me someplace where we can be silent together.” Elizabeth Gilbert, from The Signature of All Things.
Lately I have wondered and wondered about what to say. I am surely not alone in having gotten wet by a wave of writers block, but at the same time as words have begun to falter for me, my moments have been filled with literally tens of thousands of images I am so proud of having captured. Photography is certainly my latest artistic muse, but it’s also the most familiar. Maybe that’s how a true muse is supposed to feel; familiar and close, like it’s always been there for you.
Most of my images on the farm are the results of quiet moments like this one, kneeling down in front of a flower and an insect, in reverence. This experience of present and centered awareness, existing with the flowers, is nothing short of transcendent.