I stalk the light, and the world fades away.
There is only this moment,
this camera,
this flower,
this light.
Which camera? Irrelevant:
an old beater, camera phone, DSLR…
it doesn’t matter.
The flower – deconstructed
petal, stamen,
line, curve,
color.
I capture the light, not the flower
The way the light moves and flexes,
around and through,
reflection,
absorption,
glow.
In the end, it’s not even about me;
it’s about embracing the light.
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