The first ending. And knowing it would end
I wanted another. Lover, summer,
pen with which to write it all down.
The first disappointment. Which is not
remembered but lives in the body.
And how familiar it became …Dimitrov
This grove of trees is in Petaluma, California’s Helen Putnam Park. It’s a little less than an hour north of San Francisco in Sonoma county. To my eye, the absence of color and the muted gray tones make this a very meditative image.
The combination of a man arguing with his wife and some chalk graffiti for the background makes something that wasn’t look plausible.
To be honest, I like this photograph but couldn’t think of a good reason to publish it. Hence the above weak words.
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.
Everyone has at least one.
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.