Recently, in the Pecos Wilderness of northern New Mexico, I came upon countless wild roses. With their delicate strength, they provided a rich contemplation for me. When photographing flowers I love to play with focus, zeroing in on the crucial moment, so that all else blurs into shimmery illusion, similar to what happens in my spiritual practice. When I focus on the Beloved, all else softens to inconsequence.





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