After a long summer, when heat, humidity and bugs are slowly retreating, it is time to visit some old friends, like here in the canyon of McCormick’s Creek State Park.
The plan was to capture some of the spots I remembered so that they appear like my memories. The lens of choice was the Lensbaby Velvet which wide open blurs the landscape into oblivion. There is, for instance, the wonderfully maturing tree trunk which I had first seen as a still healthy but otherwise unremarkable tree,
or the overhanging tree that (against all odds) has survived this year one of T.
There are also the long views into the canyon that seem to support direction and focus, but instead limit choice.
Another trunk (near the sacred spring) has been sprouting new life – not a miracle, but symbol for resistance.
Of course there are also the frames I have written about before I am sure but can’t find anymore – – –
Things become clear when I encounter new friends, like this unlikely pile of rocks in the middle of the stream.
The Inner Frame 