that feed the soul.The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.
Some mornings just arrive with a bang.
Those mornings are a force to be reckoned with and they refuse to creep quietly into your slumbering thoughts.
Those mornings are the ones where dressing for the weather doesn’t matter. When the sweetest gesture might be someone bringing you the jacket that you didn’t grab as you ran outside into the frosty air to capture the moment.
Or maybe it’s just the sweetness of seeing a new day come to life and knowing that the moment was not spent in solitude but was shared by others lucky enough to awaken before dawn and to capture it.
As a photographer who prefers black and white, I still recognize that there are moments that just scream out for a color image. On this morning, as the rising sun splashed color across the sky I was grateful for the opportunity to soak it in.
Nature’s beauty is a gift that cultivates appreciation and gratitude.
As I celebrate Thanksgiving in America today I am incredibly grateful and thankful for my friends, family, and clients.
There has not been a void left unfilled and that’s not something that I will ever forget.
To those celebrating, have a wonderful holiday.
you know how I feel.
It’s a new dawn
It’s a new day
It’s a new life
And I’m feeling good
Anthony Newley and Leslie Bricusse
That’s the thing about life.
No matter what the day or the week has brought, if you’re waking up to a new dawn, you’re one of the lucky ones.
A friend of mine said that it’s about reframing how you react to the things that happen to you.
As a photographer, it’s the perfect metaphor. The same image can be framed so many different ways and my inner voice always says “there” when I’ve got it just right.
it’s winter again!
There are very few really stark black and white stories.
As the first storm of the season blankets what remains of fall I can feel inspiration seeping from every pore.
I’m a child of winter.
All of my major life events have occurred in the winter months.
The snow swirls and floats outside my window and I’m reminded of those snow globes that contain tiny little worlds encased in permanent blizzards.
I can’t wait to begin another winter series…