I can imagine a series of photos of these pale, bleached out roots, branches, twigs that I’m drawn to.  They feel very Japanese to me.  Quiet and subtle.  I think they might belong in my [imaginary] pale, minimalist house.  A horizontal series of five, maybe a square format, each in a light gray matte frame.  I keep coming back to these images. They have a serene richness — not my doing, but Nature’s.

I may go back and print the others in this series.  On matte watercolor paper.  Soft.  A bit of blur — because of the texture of the paper — wouldn’t be bad.  No wonder I can’t figure out what art to make these days; it’s the less common burden of too many ideas.