Shotpouch Day 1—April 25
It is a luxury to inhabit this large clean open space without interruption. Green all around me, I begin to take pictures as I walk–insurance against the fickle nature of weather. As I look into the viewfinder, I see more closely the interrelationships of plant to plant, plant to flower, plant to tree, tree to tree to tree… . Their limbs are lines to me today; I look for striking compositions—parallels, diagonals, intersections, repetitions.
Cottonweed goes a-sailing across the green and sea-blue sky.
Hum of insects is drowned out by the sounds of running water as I approach the bridge over the creek. Tree branches airily screen the view with delicate branches and a smattering of leaves. Light glimmers between leaf shadows; water rushes.