The good from the day.
Grey skies. Clouds. Rain. Humidity.
Two hikes full of the lusciously humid smells of the desert.
Being reminded to look instead of simply seeing.
So I practiced. I was reminded of pans in the bakery of the store my parents owned. Of cookie sheets in my grandmothers’ kitchens. I baked bread this morning and took some time to record what I saw. Not necessarily an interesting photograph, but a photograph of an interesting object. (One professors distinction between art and Art.)
Now it is time for the fireworks. A few moments to sit in awe the same way you did when you were 7.
Happy 4th. I hope you have felt the blessings of independence today.