This is Not Photography (by Joanna Paterson)
This is not photography. This is flower watching in sweet, soft September sunshine. This is the smell of the lavender filling my senses. This is the sound of the river rushing past, and the buzz of the bees going mad with abundance in the herbs. This is earth time before office time. This is stolen time. This is me time. This is all time falls away and nothing else matters. This is the way the light falls on the petals of the flower on this softest, sweetest September morning. This is silence. This is all love to the flower all