Just over the crest of the hill, these trees rise up tall, elegant in their height. Although they look thready and delicate, they have stood, in this clump, for decades. The brilliant yellows of the grasses play off against the somber, muted, magical sky. Are we in wonderland or in reality? Here, at this moment, we are in both places!
Through photography, I have learned to linger among trees and bushes and weeds – relishing the moment to see more deeply, feel more strongly, embrace more passionately.