Sunday solitude, a mind’s eye collage of images remembered or caught on camera–one a reminder of the other. Sometimes, the image is fresh; it is that long forgotten. Regardless, they are their own parade.
My Sunday solitude feels a bit magical, this collage of nature, as one image turns into another. It reminds me of the illusion of the magician yet in awareness, all is revealed.
When I come across photos long forgotten or when an image just pops up in my mind’s eye, I am in that moment of nature, new and fresh. It is a part of the parade revealed anew.
Sunday solitude is a walk through nature, the unknown shrouded in the midst of the known. I sit in stillness–in the wonder of it all—watching the parade pass by.
In my home I am in the world.