What is significant about this image is that it is the sort of thing my previous living situation would nearly never have brought. I walked into the kitchen this afternoon, and the lemons - sitting on the window ledge - played with the afternoon light in a simple, beautiful way. It is an image that arrived rather than having to be evoked. Both are wonderful working methods, but I was missing this one. Though the results are not always usable, the process itself is like a lubricant to the practice of seeing.
Fading daffodils in the afternoon light.
And a bit of a pre-announcement, as we don't yet have a signed contract...
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