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 17, 2009
Day One
New moon. It rained all morning. I went for my first walk in the late afternoon, eyes peeled for my find of the day, and happened on this sopping wet curl of bark splayed across the pavement.
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