First leaf in the birdbath

  July 25, 2008 – Creativity is an odd thing, in that it sometimes leads you, I find, and I rarely am in charge of it. Three days ago, I was walking the dogs down by the fence, which I do about a thousand times a day, and something caught my photo-conscious eye, and I turned to look and saw a leaf floating in the birdbath, and in the six years I have lived on the farm, I doubt I have looked at the birdbath twice. I saw the afternoon light hitting the water, and started taking photos. Every time I point my camera at this birdbath – it’s quite old – I see a different story, and I watch for that leaf, as I am grateful for it, and have imagined quite a story about it, falling into the water, floating around, and then, sinking to bottom and decaying before my eyes.
  it  tells a different story, I think, depending on who is looking at it, and I am keeping mine to myself for now, and you are welcome to make your own. A friend tells me that is what art is.