Last year we had a lot of rain in California where I live. This winter, none that I can recall. The weeds – here, wild mustard – grew to enormous heights because of all the rain. We might get rain tonight. The fact is, these dried weeds are what made the Thomas Fire so fierce – a lot of dead growth left over from a wet winter a year ago.
Well, the fact is, I am way too busy and far too short of time to do this proposed 365 project. So, instead of doing a 365, I am just going to go back to looking at things and taking pictures of what I like. I’ve been quite unhappy with my inability to commit to the project . . . I seldom quit anything I start.
So, here is a tree, which is something I enjoyed photographing very much.
During my years painting, I always seemed to focus on small parts of things, not the entire thing – the hidden essence. In photography, I find myself still drawn to the plain or minimal. My last walk was into a field, shortly after a rain. The clouds were breaking up, sunshine coming and going, the wind was brisk, and the smell of damp earth filled the air. Yesterday’s lone bird, and today’s winter’s field try to catch this in each solitary moment.