My favorite found image in the woods today - well, no. As I write this I realize all of them, today, are favorites:
Dogs in love with a new day
greet a river and each other
Milkweed birds perch in silence
in the still snow covered meadow
Winter drab trees reflect green
life out of the brilliant brook
A tiny, barely visible fluff
of cattail cotton blows onto
a canvas of snow
For decades I have practiced the journal writing methods of Tristine Rainer's book, The New Diary - How to Use a Journal for Self Guidance and Expanded Creativity.
For weeks, I have been "free-intuitively" capturing, daily, photos of found images in ice, figures like a fetus, or a baby being cradled or a playful floating child – which call my attention and reflection back to the richness of what Rainer calls writing from "Maps of Consciousness" (p. 83)
In the woods with my eyes, my psyche and my lens, I am not looking to tell a story with my images. I am looking for what the images tell me.
After all the ice figures of infants, this morning, the found image of my "own inner wilderness" reveals a personally meaningful development: Girl in Tree Bark