Coleus Again

For about 6 months I would say, I have been

photographing Coleus quite intensely.

There is something in the patterns of their leaves

that calls me back to them again and again.

I am their slave.

I have even begun growing them at home, just as

my mother did. Even as a boy and a young man, I

admired them, but nothing to the degree that

I do now. I've not had any of my own

until now.

So far the photos that I have taken have

shown hints of what I am after but it's not

been enough.

But this latest attempt seems to

move closer to the core.

It registers some clicks on

the Geiger Counter for me.

I couldn't put it into words. Except that

it's possible that the picture that I am

seeking is not about coleus at all, but

something that is being carried in those

patterns. They are a kind of code that, not in any

conscious way of course, I recognise and am

driven to follow.