See how much of waking life is spent removed from the present. Lost in thought constructions, my own, and those constructed by others. Unreal, yet so all-absorbing it becomes my reality, my normal. Illusion. Self-created, self-consciousness.
Shhh, be still now.
Who is watching?
Just this now and nothing more.
Enter from here.
~ Jeff’s Zen Garden
Welcome to my garden!
We were in the backyard when Vera brought me this Sycamore leaf. Together, we inspected the fine details and declared it a perfectly preserved specimen. All the more remarkable considering there are no Sycamore trees anywhere nearby. In the bright morning sunlight, I recorded this treasure for posterity.
Several Winters ago, I shot this spectacular vista looking southeast from our front driveway. There was a contrail running up the middle of the shot, and I took a little creative license by replacing it with a more defined trail.
Each tomorrow might be the best day of your life. Git out there, stay alert, and keep an eye out for signs along the trail. If you see a fork in the road, take it!
I was watering the ground cover a few years ago when this gorgeous Mantis walked out onto the pavers to dry off. The color was amazing and a dead-on match for the fallen leaves in the garden bed.
Nature disposes while man proposes.
Looking back on the feeling I had as a tar-footed and sunburned youth, when I realized Summer was almost over.
Original photography, digital composition, no AI required.
Combining three passions, roses, California pottery, and the Pacific Ocean into a singular vision.
Jeff's Zen Garden 