There is an innate pattern of life and to dwell upon it brings me a

somewhat explainable sense of joy and wonder.

With these images, I see the threads and scars of life,

in crimson and brilliant green, pure.

I notice how a hydrangea’s leaf stem and skin mimic the road and wood

of the countryside.

A maple tree’s spinning jenny feels so complicated and terse, akin to

how the day feels when my head is filled and the day runs long.

Our nature and being, are ever so beautifully complicated.