Show, don’t tell

On Monday I stopped in Forest Park between errands, and it was so beautiful that I went home for my camera.  With the temperature hovering around twenty degrees and a stiff breeze, I had to alternate between warming my hand, warming the camera batteries, and trying to take photos without having the camera drop from my frozen fingers.  I ended up with  an expansion of my collection of “miniature landscapes” in which the act of looking down becomes a means by which to seek or to create a meditative space.