Love Notes to Nature
From a photographer’s notebook
What is this light made of, I asked. Poetry, and liquid gold, my brain told me. Oh, how nature must moan sweetly at this beautiful morning light.
How can you not want to observe this? And be opposed to being its overseer.
The purity of this moment, when all of nature agrees with each other and says “Let’s be still”.
The sweet aroma that lifts off from the earth.
It’s like no other.