Field Note:

No one tells you the field follows you home.

It stays in the corners—
in the way light leans across a wall,
in the pause before you name what you’re seeing.

I thought I was documenting it.

But something quieter was happening—
attention, learning how to hold still
long enough for the world to arrive.

Not everything wants to be captured.

Some things just want to be noticed
and left intact.

Field Note
April 26 — silver sky, frozen white

I didn’t place it there.

The curve was already forming—
quiet, unannounced.

Some shapes recognize you
before you recognize yourself.

I only followed the line
until it answered back.