Subtlety Calls To Me, Always

Though The Call Is Often Too Subtle To Recognize

“Seven Red Blossoms, On Corrugated Gray” — Photo by Author

What does it mean? I have no idea. These red blossoms were resting in front of me, as I was resting to catch my breath. A moment to regroup and consider my next move.

There is always a next move, whether I know it, or not. No matter. The moments, and the red blossoms move in mysterious ways.

And why did these seven blossoms land in front of me in this pattern? I’m no shaman, I have no explanation.

I just click the shutter when I get the instruction. Then I’m left to determine the significance, later. Often there is none.

“White Bars, Rust, And Growing Green” — Photo by Author

Another view that called. Was it calling to my mind, my heart, or my soul? I will never truly know. Nor do I need to.

Again, I received the call, the instruction. I adjusted the focus. I clicked the shutter. What does it mean? I continue to ponder this question.

I once heard, rust never sleeps. No matter. I will always photograph rust. It is in my blood. These tonalities call always, I never refuse the call. I never ask why?