And everything I see is terrible in it’s beauty. An assault of the senses gives way to sensations I have no other path to express. getting out of the way and allowing each image to be taken reveals a bit of what is hidden or somewhat opaque. allows an ease…perhaps an acceptance of the mysterious quality of my living experience. I cannot know what each thing means in it’s time but rather am always looking back to understand, always leaning in to the present and reaching back for context, depth, and perspective.