The image above was taken at in Encinitas, a town about ten miles north of us, a major garden center. Though I’m no gardener myself, prowling its nurseries and San Diego Botanic Garden are ongoing joys, and this one is from a nursery specializing in koi and the plantings to support them. 

The image below was taken within one of the colonnades in Balboa Park, San Diego. I am intrigued by a sense of what’s real, and what’s not real. A sharp edge to which reality? 

Below, a leaf I came across in Cottonwood Creek Park, also in Encinitas, after December rain.  

Water fascinates me, both because I live in a perpetually drought-dominated area, and because of its innate beauty and interestReflections, color, transformationdryness, the opposite of water—waves, beaches, ponds, creeks, lakes, drops of dew, puddles. 

The image below, however, started with another favorite subject: trees. This is one of dozens I’ve taken of trees in a local shopping center where I go for food, ATM, post office, and other needs. This particular image reminds me of old photographs and portraits I collect, the looking back that so charges and fascinates me.  

 

And finally, a rose. While I’ve come to almost distrust flower photographs, this rose delighted me. It bloomed this summer in a neighbor’s garden which I often walk past, by the side of the road. Every time I look at the photo, I plunge into color and abstraction—and feel buoyed, and creatively at home.  

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