
The color, the texture, the sun shining through…Fig leaves are sights that stretch back into our ancestral memory…

The color, the texture, the sun shining through…Fig leaves are sights that stretch back into our ancestral memory…

Driving into work one morning, the moon in the spotless sky called. I remembered this field from a few days before, covered with yellow flowers, so I head away from work for a short side trip…

It’s sundown in spring. And this is a shot from my backyard toward the house up under all of the trees.
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