There’s no way of escaping the complexity of life ー or is there?
We spend half our lives accumulating. We are no better than scurrying chipmunks stockpiling nuts for the long winter, who run on the theory, more is better. But is more always better?
Now that I am well ensconced in my second half of life, nuts no longer have much appeal. There are times I envy the Buddhist monk who travels the world with only his bowl and saffron robe. OK Abby, snap out of it! That’s a bit extreme, however, dare I imagine life without the weight of nuts to slow me down?
This new found philosophy became apparent first through my photography. The complex photo has taken a back seat to simplicity. It is now the purity of clean lines and shapes that appeal to me. The elegant, form rich image now feeds my inner self. While composing an image today all I need to do is create an intriguing space to breath, celebrating the moment.
Think of it as a meditative moment, from me to you.
Live in color,