There is little that grounds me more than to lie flat on my stomach amongst a bed of lush undergrowth. With dirt beneath my nails, grasses tickling my cheeks and a wealth of curious insects exploring my person, I enjoy – ever so immensely – the disconnect it provides from life’s somber distractions.
It’s a romantic pastime, until the red ants find their way into my shorts.
I worked on a farm this autumn in Kamloops, British Columbia. Buttercups were never far from view, and, after taking several shots through the weeds, I took to my canvas.