Winter’s Field

Winter's Field

During my years painting, I always seemed to focus on small parts of things, not the entire thing – the hidden essence. In photography, I find myself still drawn to the plain or minimal. My last walk was into a field, shortly after a rain. The clouds were breaking up, sunshine coming and going, the wind was brisk, and the smell of damp earth filled the air. Yesterday’s lone bird, and today’s winter’s field try to catch this in each solitary moment.