I have my camera on my shoulder while attending a small art show in the mountains of Alabama.. You ask where are the artist and where are their creative works.. I looked at all of them and there was some wonderful artist there. Even one of my very special friends.. My camera did not look to the artist instead it pulled me to the ground.. The earth called to me and all I saw was beauty and texture and color.. My hand reached for my camera and my eyes were open and I dropped to my knees and I started see the world from the ground.. Did I notice if anyone was looking of course not..I am an artist and I do not even notice.. I am in my own space now.
I moved and saw texture and more texture..I could not paint but my eyes could see and my camera could touch and feel the rich color of shades of greys and browns.. So vivid and beautiful. I took only a few steps and my camera moved and a new element was added and it sent me in this direction. Of more beauty that lay on the ground. Right at my feet and no one else had noticed..God gave all this beauty for me to see.. I felt blessed. I moved and my eyes moved to this and my camera became my paint brush.
A fallen branch that had been stepped on and crumbled by the weather laid among the beauty. Tiny bits of green sprinkled around..Tiny twigs lay in its perfect spot. Then just a few steps away and I say the final destination of this journey .
A pathway of broken twigs and how they connected to the roots from the tree leading me to follow it with my eyes and my camera a Pathway . How it was Perfect and Simple to Me.. As Life should be..Everything on this earth made by the Perfect Love, God. Then as I left this Mountain. I took my camera up for the last time to remember this day and took this Shot.
May You have a wonderful week full of inspiration and Blessings.