A phone scan of my neg strip.
From a walk last week. No one asked. But, this is why.
Because I needed it.
Because I needed to see the mid-morning light splatter through clouds and trees and fall on this earth haphazardly.
Because I needed to weave in and out and be amongst.
Because I needed to feel beauty in disorder.
Because I needed to believe there is a magical place where I can be a pirate or a forest nymph or a heartbroken wanderer and feel safe as all
and all as one.
The trees hold nothing and everything simultaneously.
They breathe your make-believe.