Prickly Pear at Bear Creek Lake: Photo by Noelle
Old limb: Photo by Noelle
Little lights dot the slopes in the crevasses of rocky crags and the meetings of hillsides. I see them winking on the edges of prairie grasses or from a thin strip of spring ice. So small a thing yet it holds me fast on the trail. I will change positions, lie in mud, and contort myself ridiculously to capture even a wisp of it. Mindfulness at its best. Who doesn’t love a sweeping landscape and my camera is full of those, too, but the little lights demand my full attention. They don’t come obviously or easily. Flickers on baby’s breath and shafts seeming to eminate outward from an inner source I can’t see. Prairie land in particular is full of such light. In all that rolling sameness are small plants acting as beggars to a regal sun.
Just great!
You are definitely a photographer who knows a great deal about the pursuit of “little lights”.
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Stunning work lovely!!!!
Thank you, my friend. Such a blessing to have your visit.
Love the last line! Somehow I could see a little beggar plant with its hat in its “hands” blowing about to reach the sunlight. Makes me smile.
Love it. Great photos and reflection!
Thank you, my friend for the visit.
Just beautiful, love the texture in these images
I’m trying to lawn how to play with contrasts without getting too stark and noir, but not rolling too heavily into the grays. It’s actually been a fun exercise. Thanks.