Next Chapter : Transient Rhythms

I venture into an unassuming meadow, an ordinary plat of ground, unsure of what lies ahead. I have nothing but my camera and a faint expectation that I will discover something new. Under the peaks of the grand mountains surrounding me, I watch the world beneath my feet, hoping for the chance to witness that which takes place on a more diminutive scale.

I know that if I sit and simply stare for awhile, the life flowing all around me will make itself apparent. There is a certain type of beauty to be found in the most ordinary parts of nature.   Within these ordinary parts I find a familiar vision that connects us all.  Within a withered meadow, I find reflections of design, rhythm, purpose, struggle, death, the human condition itself … all rising out of the chaos, within each blade of grass. I can identify with what’s going on…so, I take the time to listen.