Catherine Bussiere: still life

still life is what occupies my mind as I walk under yet another snow fall
I like that: still
as in awaiting, soundless, unruffled
in french we say nature morte
nature being nature and morte being dead
not quite so nice
there’s potential in still
there’s possibilities
there’s peace

it’s pretty drab out there this morning
I can’t get myself to find another bud or pretty moss to photograph
I feel like snapping bits as they are
plain and simple
in their meditative state
I click very few
let it be dormant
let it be still
be patient
it’s Sunday after all