Freeing Myself From Distraction
I feel tense. It's been busy around here.
What to do?
I return to the idea of outdoor solitude. Drink roasted-rice Japanese tea and listen to the dog next door. Something fragrant is on the air. It smells white and iridescent, if that makes any sense.
Freed from distraction, I remember Claire's PhotoPlay. So when I am finished sitting, I retrieve my camera and go in search of simplicity.
Not quite getting it, I don't care. It is good to be a beginner at something. To be, again, a person who tries.
Flowers, Shadows, Doorknob photos, by L.L. Barkat.