There is a slow-moving creek near where I live. In the summer it grows a kind of green plant with tiny, lime green leaves. By midsummer, the plants are so plentiful that you cannot see the creek below the plants. I was standing on a bridge taking pictures of the beautiful green stretched out through the fields when I noticed my shadow on the green. I held my camera in front of me and snapped the shot. It’s all about seeing the big picture and noticing the small details.
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Cobblestones, ancient walls line the road with just a touch of the modern.
In the heat of the midday, awnings shade as Sicilians nap.
In Sicily everything closes between 1 and 4 and everyone heads home to rest or nap in the midday heat.
The Heart of Sicily
The heart of Sicily lies in those that chose to stay and work the land.
Last orange-red leaf left behind by its compatriots. It watches over my yard.
Sunset Over The Straight of Juan de Fuca
Shots like this are why I take pictures. They feed my soul and remind me how small I am in this great big world. Not everything is about me.