Eight sweet…beautiful…individual faces.
Arranging themselves in near-perfect form.
Rising in the early morning.
Greeting me.
Composed
Simple lines.
Irregular rectangles.
Squares within a single square.
How - I wondered - might I transform these ordinary shapes into balanced composition?
Trust in the Seasons
While I marveled at their will to hold on…
I imagined the strength it takes to simply let go.
Knowing.
They will return.
Their bare branches will grow leaves again.
Trusting in the cycles of the seasons…and mother’s nature.