Tonight I took the camera out, and what did I do? That’s right, I took pictures. I present for your consideration my little consort with nature. Beware if you will that these are not for the broadband-impaired. They’re big.
Also, one thing that must be noted: aside from some minor colour correction, these images have not been cropped, resized, edited, or changed from the originals.
Imperfection: The earth groans with us; the flowers of the field crumble petal by petal.
Contrast: This is not our home. We don’t belong here.
Ancient: That sky will remain long after our dust is scattered.
Wood: Something about growth and grain. Something about shooting branches in the wild.
Exception: It isn’t a virtue to break moulds; nor is it a curse.
Towers: Athens. Rome. Babylon. New York. Mississauga.
Herd: We have been here.
Rush: Frayed at the corners. Frantic. Afraid of everything. Lost. Rushed. Coming apart at the seams.