Reflections
“It seems that things are more like me now. That I can see farther into paintings.” — Rilke
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022721 About this time 2 years ago I was in Kyoto with my husband and daughter. The trip coincided with the height of Cherry Blossom season. Everywhere we looked, there was another cloud of pink, white, and red, punctuated with delicate, twisty branches. I miss standing amidst all that pink. This puddle caught my attention because of the branches of the tree. The puddle was muddy, filled with dirty snow. Still, it brought back memories of Cherry Blossoms so I edited it to remind me of being in Japan mesmerized by pink.
022621 These shadows reminded me of a path I walk when I'm in Cape May. The path is marked "dead end". I've been alone each time I've walked it and only saw someone else on the path. I usually listen to music while I walk, but on this path, I listen to birds. The trees become denser and the path more narrow the further you walk. I've only taken one good bird picture on that path, which is okay because it's the sounds of the birds I like to remember.
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011321 Fish in pond
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010221 Branch in pond and more cool algae
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