![]() When the plane of the lens is equal to the plane of the film. Our garden is only a window, to a canvas, a living canvas of earth, painted with flora. And through this window, as one slowly studies, and captures it in small, tiny perspectives, can the soul truly find the beauty to view it as a whole, as in part. Thus, by creating a doorway in ones own minds eye, and by allowing ones own self to follow that path to the earthen canvas, that was viewed through the window, we than can experience the botanical treasures painted upon it... Anthurium, Caladium, Bananas and Me. March 24, 2000. |
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The last days of March, and a new growing season.
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