All the living things.
These days approaching the summer solstice are shaped by morning light that holds on well into evening. The air is scented with growing things. Wild immaculate iris untouched in the swamp. Seedheads as big as softballs in the parking lot. Six baby swallows perched on a high branch twittering against the changing evening sky. The stillness that breaks under what is to be.
View up close in the gallery.
