What we don't see exists; or does it exist only because we see it? My thoughts would never convey these images as existent if it wasn't for an apparatus that is external of me. All I see is my perception of what is. All I see is what my eyes let me be aware of. The beauty of the hidden is captured through another eye. What is that I cannot notice? I am here and I observe and I wonder if this is real. Is it my mind? Is it my creation? Still, I believe and I walk as if I knew where I should be.

Walking in the woods in the spring of 2016.