|On my window sill...|
Gathering breadcrumbs, my contemplative practice of randomly receiving images as I stroll through a location, is a way I read the "text" of that particular place. Everywhere we find ourselves is like entering into a vast story book of place and time. Gathering breadcrumbs is like flipping through the book and letting our finger come to rest on a single sentence. It is not the whole story, just a tiny part. Each person will find and respond to a different sentence in the story.
Each breadcrumb is an opportunity to reflect on meaning; both personal and universal. It is a dialogue with world around me...whispers from the landscape. They can occur indoors or out but they all are moments of pause.
|In the early evening sky...|
The world is a vast, unending novel for me. Each location another chapter. But there is an undercurrent, a theme that runs through it all and that theme will be different for everyone who walks in the landscape. It is a theme that each of us brings with us, along with our camera and journal. Here are a couple more of my breadcrumbs from my time at St. Joseph's...
|Hanging from a tree branch...|
|In a Mirror's Reflection...|
Tomorrow I will discuss one breadcrumb that had special significance for me...