I have an obsession with photographing plants. Perhaps it is the fact they sit so still, so silent, and yet manage to show that they are alive.
Leaves are like pages of a book; each one a part of a larger whole, telling the stories of the tree they belong to.
Enjoy.
Autumn.
Arms.
Fragments.
Trinity.
Spores.
Between the shadows.
Glow.
Mummification.
Silhouettes.
Most of the time, life’s beauty is found in the littlest things which have gone unseen, unheard or unnoticed by most of our eyes.
Beneath the dappled sunlight, they scamper through the woods.
Above the raging seas, he rides the southern wind.
Daydreamers; they find harmony through motion, even if that motion is simply letting your mind wander. Imagination gives us proverbial wings, though there are few moments where they let us take to the skies.
One of those moments, is when we are truly alone.
Birds have always fascinated me. Personally, I find them to be the most elegant of creatures; they could be soaring miles above forests, gliding above the ocean’s waves, or just hanging out in the trees around any town. The thought that the world is so open to these winged ones makes one feel trapped, grounded. That’s why we gaze at them with so much wonder, wishing we had that freedom of flight.
Here’s a little collection of these feathered beauties, taken mostly in Perth, Australia.
Sand between her (webbed) toes.
Parenthood.
Takeoff.
In flight.
Gazing down on the ocean below.
There will be another volume of photographs to come, enjoy these in the meantime.
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