Thinkin’, thinkin’, and wandered outside still looking at things from a different perspective. Had to catch the moment of a dark wet morning, saturated with color.
And the ‘beautiful bush’ — the snowball that I call the cemetary bush because it’s in all New England cemetaries weeping bouquets of flowers for the dead. The image did not come out because it was still dark but I knew it was there, in that space for that one instant and Photoshop could see it. What you see then is not what’s always there. A different moment, a different place, inside of a computer, but the thing existed:
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