Over the weekend, we eat the atemoya. The Bohemian, of course, wants to save the seeds.

We visit Mary at the farmer’s market and marvel at her Romanesco brocoli. Its fractal example fuels my current fascination with patterns in nature.

I’ve got my camera tucked in a pocket on our rainy Saturday. Jeb’s guiding us on a misty walk we’ve never taken before. Passing through abandoned guava groves and young mahogany stands, we come upon a rushing river.

All I see are lines and curves. Creative order everywhere.