Three images from a winter spent slowly and surely exploring the ancient mountains of home. Mementos of passing through and passing age.
A different algorithm:
Yes - unequivocally and measurably - I am now older. Older than my first use of a toy film camera in the 80s. Older than when my first childhood exploration of the woods provided enough solitude and freedom to learn real curiosity, awe, reverence.
It is felt physically now in my hips and heels after hiking, but also in infinite ways mental, emotional, spiritual.
A welcome, biologically-programmed, physically-inevitable patina.
Very few juvenile assumptions and preconceptions of people, nature, and the world in general have survived. Some remain recognizable (a comfort).
Long-held certainties have made room for questioning of the universe and my interior expanse.
Daily living, ways of seeing and feeling, acceptance and rejection of the limitations of precious attention. Every ounce of it subject to change without notice.
Difficult to assess, granted only by decades of living and experience. An internal warmth of understanding, compassion for others - human and non-human, respect for learning from others who are smarter, and lifelong, self-guided education.
Allowing the mind to notice and absorb every pattern, synthesize often and quietly go dormant when it needs deep quiet.
An ultimate internal brightness.
Tennessee photographer focused on landscapes and nature.
