My perceptions are changing every time I walk into my garden these days. My detached retina is almost a toy to be played with, a marvel, a new way of seeing.
When I walked into my garden to document the first rain, I allowed these new experiences to flood over me. I posted here 2 years ago about my annual walk into the wilds with the a first winter rains but this year I wobble too comically to wander far from home. Nor did I need to, for every half step is a new delight. The joy of California’s first rain and the spontaneity of breaking all my camera rules was making me giddy. Continue Reading →
