Last night at sundown I headed out to catch the last few rays of the sun as it slid down over the Richmond skyline (old houses and power lines). The pumpkins and maters are coming along nicely, the latter reaching nearly 6 feet wide and 4.5 feet up. I figured I’d set my sights on the volunteer sunflower plants that found their way through the flax & chile pepper plants.
Sitting my cuttoffs squarly on the hay & dirt, I pulled my knees up to prop the camera and sat for a while. This is when it all changes. You don’t have to concentrate on standing, crouching or thinking about falling over. The angle of view can change dramatically, I’m 6 foot 2 inches. At this point the tomato plants are over my head, the coyote brush is now clearly a tree. It’s rich, oily perfume falls down I suppose, cause it’s pungent down here. The ground is kinda warm from the day’s sun. The wind is getting brisk and the little leafs wave back.
When peace starts to creep up from behind, the bright yellow/green finches return to their seed sacks. Slowly I turned, brought the camera to my eye bone and carefully snapped off a few rounds at this little bug dood. When you least expect it, it all comes back. Ain’t that cool?
xo, Biggles