Moss

At my dad’s house, my kids and I followed their aunts and uncles down the hill in the backyard into the woods. The kids, of course, ran ahead to explore while I walked along mildly with my camera, following the light off the worn path. After a bit I realized it was too silent- I couldn’t hear the kids or see the house- and I admit I panicked a little.

But then I saw a gentle patch of light dappling the moss on a fallen tree by my feet. It was so arresting and peaceful I forgot I was lost.

(This image and all of my fine art photography is available for sale in my Etsy shop. If there’s not already a listing for this print, let me know and I’ll create one for you!)

Like running water.