There are scales on my eyes
And I must traverse the journey
Over and over
Before I can see
My walks have taken me by this spot many times.
The tree, birds, the fences and light kept telling an untold story.
Struggling with its meaning
A puzzle
With pieces missing
All is not as it appears
To the eye
Sometimes
The eye must close
To see
If we can find the emotive response within us to color, lines and shapes.
Make them ours. Interpret them from the emotive eye.
The journey takes on new meaning.
(multiple exposure photograph)
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 