This is a new feature on my blog, “My Mystical World.” I am drawn to mysticism and sometimes feel surrounded by it here.

So, every afternoon towards the end of the day, I take a walk with my Leica monochrome camera and try to capture the mystery in me and my life. I need to go deeper than the news to stay grounded and hopeful.

Anger and hatred have no place in me now. Sometimes, I caption the photos, and sometimes, I don’t.  This is someting I feel, not say.

Above, Maria is crossing the bridge she built out into the woods. She calls it the “New Gully Bridge” over the stream between our farm and the woods behind us. I know no other camera I’ve ever had that could capture the mood around the Gully Bridge. Walking with Ed’s spirit.

Maria is picking wildflowers out in front of the house.

Zip follows us everywhere; he looks small; in the gardens, he looks big.

 

I am saying hello to Fanny.

 

The back pasture is open to grazing. Maria and I went for a walk, looking for wildflowers.

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Purple Joy, the Irises in Maria’s garden.