After the leaves have fallen, we return
To a plain sense of things. It is as if
We had come to an end of the imagination,
Inanimate in an inert savior.
The Plain Sense of Things
For a long period of time I hardly made any photographs. I felt like my creative well had run dry.
The poem ‘The Plain Sense of Things’ by Wallace Stevens inspired me to walk outside, experience the cold, look closely at the world, work, and forget about ‘the end of the imagination.’ The landscape had become quite melancholy and I pictured that. Ironically, the negative beauty lead to the positive experience of working in the garden. I got my hands dirty and emptied the junk in my head. Eventually, these experiences lead to other projects such as the Cloud Forest Gardens.