Abstracted Flora, Plus One

A Meditation Becomes A Path To Recalibration

“Anthropomorphic Forms” — Image by Author

A month spent in quiet San Felipe del Agua has been a mixed blessing. It has been an interesting month, in ways good for me, and not so good for Joni and I.

Looking at my camera roll yesterday I was shocked. And not in a good way. I was confronted with the reality that I had not taken my dear Joni for a walk in the past two weeks!

I have certainly taken myself for a number of walks, though I have left Joni at home. These walks have been utilitarian instead of creative. I feel like a bad Dad . . . sort of. Perhaps more than sort of.

“Strings of Beads” — Image by Author

Those looking with a close eye, will have noticed that recent posts here have included images in the 4:3 format instead of my preferred 3:2 ratio. The change is obvious to my eye. It is also telling of my day to day experience.

I will never fault what my iPhone is capable of. It’s just not the same as holding my dear Joni to my eye and watching her work her magic. My guilt is beginning to wear on me. Though like most Dads, I can explain it in a mostly convincing way. At least from a Dad’s perspective.