Suspended in this plastic world, my heart a gaping wound if not for all the beauty in which it is cocooned. How would we salvage anything from war and greed and lust without art’s kind revision of all that is unjust to make us reclaim hope in life simply because we must? It’s the alchemy of nature to which we are beholden. It takes our baser natures, transforming them to golden.
Except for the photos of La Manzanilla beach, all of the photos are from my yard. The first photo is of the fin of a needlefish near sunset. You can see it again in the second to last photo. At a certain stage of darkness, my camera tends to translate darkness as rose pink. Thus the pink glow in the photo of the palm tree.