A cluttered home reflects a cluttered mind.  Who am I to argue? My camera, various lenses and miscellaneous other equipment is scrunched to my left; to my right is a pile of pens, documents, keys, cables and other little things that pile up on a desk. In between there’s me and my computer (well, me, my computer, my phone, some dead batteries, old business cards, earbuds and a package of thumbtacks, too). In my mind, anxiety clamors over itself and it becomes unbearably loud; everything is a mess and order seems impossible. But it isn’t. This is the time to get into the fray, to accept the clamor, and to clear the clutter.

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On an autumn day, the honey bees and yellow jackets in these photos clamored and buzzed as they fed on fallen, rotting pears. They were doing a pretty good job of clearing clutter, I’d say.