From new moon to new moon I take a daily walk. Something finds me along the way. I photograph it; it comes home with me. This is an exploration of daily practice, of ritual, of context, and of the act of noticing, paying attention. Join me.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Day Eight
A beautiful sunny day at the coast. This feather was all but buried in the sand, but it's little fringe peeked through, waving in the wind.
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