We moved to Atlanta, Georgia in April of 2021. I immediately started walking on the Atlanta Beltline, a trail on a former railway line that connects parts of the city. I primarily walk on the Eastside trail that connects my home to Piedmont Park, the city’s largest park. There is a peach orchard in the park. I have been documenting the peaches with my camera the last few months. The journey into the park takes me to a quiet place. I like to think the orchard is the heart of the park. No matter how noisy and desperate and scared my brain feels as I walk into the park, by the time I reach the orchard I arrive somewhere between awestruck and grateful and joyful. I have been blessed to see the leaves become blossoms become fruit in perfect time. I have been blessed to experience the beauty of peaches growing and ripening. I have been blessed to share the orchard with friends and family. Each orchard visit is a separate gift somehow always different yet always the same. The more I pay attention to the orchard, the more I pay attention to life in general. The more I pay attention to the orchard, the more connected to my breath I remain. The more I pay attention to the orchard, the more I understand the sacred connection between creativity and wide-awakeness. The more I pay attention to the orchard, the more I understand life’s falling apart and coming together.