Harvest are the berries from the garden.
The apples still hanging on the tree.
Harvest are the books which I have made...
and the books that have found me...
Harvest is a lot of photos...
Harvest is the inner harvest.
All of what I have seen and experienced.
What is not to reproduce in photos.
That all is collected and stored in the soul.
It begins now the time of harvest true
the time of the full colors around me.
I want to preserve these
to the winter to feed upon in the barren time of it.
And some then transpose into a workpiece.
Winter is the time of creative working.
If there in the world distracts me nothing ...
For other harvests see here