When I come to this place, I walk with my camera and I intend to bring a new image into the world. I walk slowly, noticing my body moving, and I see and feel and remember the wind and the chill spring sensations that make up my momentary world.
Yet as I walk, there is struggle - I want to create an image that establishes my presence, that marks this place and this time as unique and important in a changing, inattentive, blessed world.
Ah, I know. I don't always remember, but I do know: this business of looking and seeing, of making connection and art - it's complicated, fragile. The harder I try, the littler it gets. Like grace, it comes unbidden. My job is to maintain the stance of openness, to stay with what's in front of me, trusting that when it's ready, what is to be seen will stand forth for me.
And maybe that's the work for all of us - because we never know where the divine will show up.