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.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Day Twenty-Eight
Bit of cedar-sprig tucked into the bundle of cables climbing up the side of a telephone pole.
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