I’ve been to this place hundreds of times. It’s land that was once owned by a old relative of mine who loved growing things, especially trees. I’m embarrassed to say in spite of all those visits, I never really “saw” those magnificent trees. In this photograph my wife is touching one. To me, it looks like she’s patting the universe.
In memory of those who died.
Now that our window air conditioner is gone, the new access gives me a great new angle on the city.
Stripted to its basics, this is a photograph of weeping willows and other trees surrounding a calm body of water. There’s a mottled sky overhead and no people to be seen. My additional goal for this image, besides rendering the landscape well, was to create in the viewer a meditative state that arises from seeing this view. I am well aware that it’s a conceit to believe I can but just trying was well worth the effort.
It wasn’t a little one!
There is magic in this city as the sun begins to rise and the streets still sleep.