DAY 12
Trees reaching into the sky like many sketch marks in deep black ink. Scratched marks so abundant that they almost make a curtain, instead the grey blue of the sky shows through.

Crows sound out their alarms early in the morning, high in the trees, a dark black inkspot atop.

It is cold, it's not sustainable, I can be out in it for just so long and then I want to come back inside to the hearth and to the food. I want orange and green to place on a plate.

I want sleep where I dream of multi leveled buildings and multi leveled waterfalls, moss and brown wet earth, sustainable temperature, and geometry.

What am I learning by photographing my world daily, by being intentional? I am learning that there is beauty everywhere, that edges are visible, that life patterns are physical patterns, too, spirals and edges, geometry. And there is color.





I love this shot. It is representative of all my whimsical fantasies that never came to pass.