Do You Count the Leaves When They Fall?
Sun Well Drops
In The Air
I’ve been shooting a lot of these type of images as of late… just what has presented itself to me in the parks and plants in downtown DC, where I commute every day. I don’t know if these images have a story or speak to some great artistic movement, but they make me happy and I enjoy taking them.
I’m going out to clean the pasture spring;
I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha’n't be gone long. You come too.
I’m going out to fetch the little calf
That’s standing by the mother.
It’s so young, It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha’n't be gone long. You come too. - Robert Frost