A simple practice I’ve learned along the way is changing the view. Stepping back, moving closer, lying sideways, standing on my head. The object can change in subtle and sometimes radical ways, even become something else.
The upstream end of a perpetually soaked tree stump I crawl over by necessity (it is very very slippery) wears patterns and collects colors amid a rushing stream at the Tokatee Klootchman beach access; south of Cape Perpetua on the Oregon mid-coast. I imagine the pug nosed visage of a sea ogre, ready to gulp anything coming downstream…
An outing on a day following heavy rains gave me this first close view of Bear and Raven playfully in spray as I wormed my way across a swollen creek to deep to wade. Once home and dry, the wonders of a computer screen allowed me to safely play with the image and not have to stand on my head.
There are as many ways of perceiving this world as there are eyes to observe. Changing the perspective can change how we see it, and how it sees us.
What might you see?