I walked outside in the warm autumn morning and stood barefoot, moved across a bed of soft leaves and looked up through limbs into the clouds, took in the earth around me. There is a magic in that, standing bare feet to bare ground; a connection to the earth that can’t be explained in any words or experienced in any other way, can only be felt on naked feet.
I find myself often in the same places making the same photographs. And sometimes I think to myself, “Am I really going to make these same photos? Again?” But the answer is almost always yes. Because isn't that what meditation is? The practice of coming to the same space, but taking away something new; the learning to see more clearly and listen more deeply and be more fully in the present. These photos are the grasping at something that can never be held, and yet making them brings me to where I need to be.
