Tiny berries in the woods at my sister and brother-in-law's (Amy and Stan's) farm last week.
In November, the bushes in the forest behind my sister and brother-in-law's farm turn a wonderful color. I don't want to say they are pink.... they are deeper than pink, I feel, but softer than red. In any case, I go back every year to take their pictures, and try to do them justice. Here on the left are leaves from one of those bushes and up top are its berries. The berries were so tiny I almost didn't see them. I took their picture with a macro (close up, magnifying) lens.
And here is a bit of the forest. It's my ongoing quest to take pictures that make "sense" of the tangles in nature. They don't after all, cooperate in arranging themselves for a photo. I crawled over a wall and around a few obstructions until I could find an open space to stand. Then I could show the chaos and complexity I love, let the colored leaves and the silver twigs weave through, and still have the trunks of the trees for a little sense of balance.
Here is a rich orange leaf.
I think before I started with photography I still would have loved this forest. I would have exclaimed at the colored bushes and that would have been the end of it. I wouldn't have seen all the different worlds... not the just the worlds in these four pictures but more I didn't even show you. The worlds in tree bark, mosses, a carpet of leaves, the stones, the roots of trees. Looking through a camera has trained my sight. It has taught me how to notice - see the colors, spend some time, look in many directions. It has helped me see each little thing as something in itself, and then see everything together. It's helped me especially, to look for light. These have become my habits of seeing whether I have a camera with me or not. Sometimes it's not so much that I'm looking for something as much as it comes to me. I can't walk with anyone without interrupting our conversation many times: Look at that... no look at that!