Last year I picked up my camera very few times “for fun” (being creatively depleted after winding down my portrait photography business). These days, even though I’m using my camera primarily as a way to record the bugs I find in my garden, I see that the images gravitate towards a sense of peace.
Quiet walks in the garden have helped me to turn off the part of my brain’s constant search for creative purpose; my wandering offers a simple tune-in to all of the tiny, wonderful things in my yard, and I’m learning to let go of a sense of judgment of what matters (and what doesn’t).
I’m learning to see everything… and nothing.
A close-up of a nasturtium “face”; delicate webs amongst the clover and turf grass; wavy edges of a Canada Wild Rye seed head; same leaves of that Canada Wild Rye; a tiny milkweed bloom caught on a grass below; a dried dandelion bloom
Beautiful