June 08, 2006
Nature
Yesterday I went for a walk around the neighborhood. I had to get out of the house for a bit. Clear my head about this job. Plus, it was a beautiful night. Still a little stormy and quite blustery but warm. I brought my camera with me because there are so many great houses in this area, but then I felt awkward taking pictures of people's houses. I didn't want them to think I was scoping out the place for a future burglary attempt. When I got back from my walk, I sprawled out on the grass outside my mom's house and just looked up at the trees. I love seeing the sky through the branches and leaves. I tried to capture it on film, but it never turns out quite right.
I love the feel of grass on my feet. I recently read "Song of Myself" for the first time all the way through. I couldn't help but think of it. I still don't know how I feel about Whitman overall, but he has some fantastic moments. These photos are in honor of him - my leaves of grass which blur into the background.
