vine

I have been away from my blog for some time now. I needed a break. I was so burned out I considered deleting the site. But this morning, while in my yard drinking coffee I got to thinking about my last post; how tapping into the unconscious archetypal realm can add emotional connectivity to an image. I pulled out my camera and took this photograph of my old trumpet vine with this in mind. I saw a deep rooted ancient life, the old man, in it’s tortured vines and ragged top. You may see something different. In case you are wondering, I didn’t straighten the fence slats to align with the frame on purpose. That’s how they were. It too is old, worn and imperfect.