Lisa Brighton Photography

5. Roots

My brain can’t process what my eyes are seeing.  It’s so new to me.  I look up to the top, back down, and then across the breadth of the tree in front of me.  It’s huge!  I take a few steps forward to get a closer look, and I rub my hand along its smooth […]

13. Time

I stop walking to watch an elderly monk cross in front of me.  I don’t think he sees me…  His head is down, and I can hear a faint shuffling sound with every step he takes.  My initial instinct is to help him, or at least offer him my arm to lean on, but I […]