The Peace Of Wild Things
The When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound...
The greens are less saturated, the corn harvest is in full swing, the apples are dropping, and there was even the slightest hint of fall in the air this week.
The recent blue moon provided some great opportunities to explore silhouettes and reflections. Hope you like these, which will make the bug bites worth it. -N
Not an everyday family portrait, but this is not an everyday family either!
A series of photos to compliment one of my favorite Pablo Neruda poems. The segmented and sometimes fractured triptychs can seem disjointed, but share a unified, natural undercurrent. The state of being and point of view may change, but they are seamless. Ending in a single full image of an open, waiting flower that seems to almost glow with anticipation. -N