Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, 'Grow, grow.'
I have moved low the last couple of days, studying life at ground level.
I have rested the camera on the floor, capturing the intriguing reflections you see only when the chin touches the floor boards.
I have studied the surface of the water, seen how it mirrors the sky.
I have put on waterproof clothing and moved on a carpet of grass, listening out for angels.
I want to know what they whisper when autumn comes.
- Nikon D70s