2015 | Strait of Georgia, British Columbia
I have taken up a meditation practice in the past few years, so I have spent more time with my eyes closed. An intriguing part of my process is dropping into a quiet state, and later, allowing my attention to ride out of it.
During these darkened bookend phases around the core period of ‘nothing,’ I am struck by bird songs, precisely located in the space around me. As I write this in L.A., with the urgent pandemic’s benefits of silenced traffic and clear air, bird life is resurgent. I hear not just bird calls, but bird conversations.
And then, with my eyes open, I can see the conversations. For me, bird photography is like street photography, with wings.