
love is all at once very complicated,
and very simple
love is all at once very complicated,
and very simple
on a walk,
I take a camera and shoot pink petals
and tiny buds through an old iron fence,
my mind blank,
and somnambulant
I forget everything, and yet at the same time, I forget nothing
on a morning in May: tiny pellets of snow falling on tender grass and purple violets
at 5:30 am: the blue light of dawn, strong coffee and vanessa’s gaze
right now: is it that everything matters, or is it that nothing matters?
I’m taking a break from blogging. It would seem a great time to write and post new photographs since we are all spending more time at home, however, in the past month I’ve written countless posts in my head; none of which have made it to this space. I supposes it’s not surprising that at a time of worry and stress, the ability to think about small, daily observations shrink. And yet, I’m acutely aware of the fact that now would be a wonderful opportunity to concentrate on those observations with an openness of mind and spirit that allows for intense gratitude and fortitude. For me personally, I’m leaning towards stillness and maybe even some silence. I wish for you to be healthy, to stay safe in these strange and challenging times, farewell for now.
When I come across a long lost book, for example I flip to random pages and see if they have anything to tell me.
from Keep Going by Austin Kleon, 2019