Dancing in the Park

The wind caresses my skin. The sun bursts through the oak trees like an exploding star and nature starts singing its song.

To onlookers I am on a leisurely stroll.

If only they knew I am dancing in the park.

The dancing figure in this composition is not a person — it is leaves. Enlarged photographs of leaves, shaped and layered into a figure in motion. Nature became the dancer. The movement was always there, in the trees, in the light, in the color. It just needed someone paying close enough attention to see it.

Buena Vista Park, San Diego North County, California.