Today in the garden my attention was caught by the little things.
The leaf, the fern frond, the bark.
Drops of water on the tiniest leaves.
The bud, the green shoot.
The faintest, faintest perfume.
The delicate scrawl of a spider web.
The tracery of branch shadows on the trunk of a tree.
Palest of pink blossoms.
The garden owner and I talked of how I chose what to be photographed.
"The garden tells me what to do," I said.
The leaf, the fern frond, the bark.
Drops of water on the tiniest leaves.
The bud, the green shoot.
The faintest, faintest perfume.
The delicate scrawl of a spider web.
The tracery of branch shadows on the trunk of a tree.
Palest of pink blossoms.
The garden owner and I talked of how I chose what to be photographed.
"The garden tells me what to do," I said.
