as usual a feast of texture.
When I said "I live here" I mean that these images of spring confront me when I drive on townline road, into the centre of the island. This season is my favourite, so much promise. All the grasses and bushes bare and open, see through. The colours that had been covered up with white, now revealed just before they cover up with green.
And what a lovely spot to live in...bundles and all.
Love the rhythm.
Beautiful, sensitive photographs ... I'm especially in love with #2 and #3, with their wonderfully deformed verticals. xo
Oops! I mean #4 & #5. :-)
I love the grey with the rust color.
i read these photos as narrative. this is a book. this is a map. rich and delicious.
I love how early spring and late fall have similar grays and color pops and textures. I see your eyes seeing the rhythms and lines in threads as mine see them in brushstrokes - or something like that...
I am deeply moved by your creations and inspiration. Thank you so much for sharing your kind and gentle spirit.
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