In his poem ‘A Guide to the Field’, David Wagoner writes

‘Our first strange steps
On a path that leads us down on a path to its end in water.
Each look, the first.’

‘Each look, the first.’  That’s the way it felt this morning as I went out to shoot.  Aside from the trip to Gary last Sunday, I haven’t been out with a camera in some time.  So in a way it was ‘Each look, the first.’

I didn’t go far, just to the azalea bush out front, to start.

And then along the driveway.

Winter is supposed to be drab.  That’s not what I saw.

There’s a lot of color if we just look.

‘Each look, the first.’  But I won’t wait so long for the next outing.