The sun hasn't broken through
On this first winters morning
The fields are white
And the trees are ghostlike
It begins to brighten as we head towards the wood
More colours emerge moment by moment
We linger among these trees
Nourished by views and ambient energy
In this sacred little wood
That never fails to inspire
And recharge my energy
So I can head home renewed
Curious about the day ahead.
Some people say that a camera removes you from the immediate experience, from being fully present.
However I have found that my camera draws me into my surroundings. It is like a companion who says , "Look up , look left , see that light beam hanging there. " My camera is a deer friend that awakens my senses to the landscape and the beauty all around.