the storm.A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
One of my favorite things about summer is the storms that roll through late in the day.
The sun slips towards the horizon amidst the backdrop of a fast flowing river and I think to myself…the calm before the storm.
The perfect time for long exposure tripod shots.
The heady scent of rain mixes with cloud to cloud lightning and the trees dance.
I shoot until the rain begins to soak through my clothes and only then do I seek shelter.
I dry off and think about the storms that the upcoming week will bring…
needs to know.
Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.
How much do we really know and how much is completely beyond our control?
Does the image speak louder than the words do or can the words be believed over involuntary reflexes?
Are the eyes really the window to the soul?
I think they might be.
will soon begin.What’s old collapses, times change, and new life blossoms in the ruins.
This beautiful nest lies just outside my bedroom window nestled in a cedar tree.
It reminds me that no matter how complicated things become, life goes on as usual in the background.
Find joy in every day. Don’t wish the trying times away, they are just as important to feel as the good times.
Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Some days are just golden; almost like an affirmation that the choices you’re making are right.
A friend is fond of telling me that if you just let go the universe will provide and I can no longer argue with that sentiment.
My week-end was amazing. The weather was incredible and the lake that I frequent couldn’t have been more beautiful. Afterwards, a perfect, early summer evening was graced with clear skies, some unusual aurora arc activity, and a fly over of the international space station.
This all leads me to have faith.
Have faith and keep your camera ready to capture the moments.
that grounds you.
Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term Art, I should call it “the reproduction of what the Senses perceive in Nature through the veil of the soul.”
Edgar Allen Poe
It’s believed in Celtic tradition that natural objects such as a stone can anchor a thought.
Much like an altar can be a sacred place for prayer this same idea exists for me within the sacredness of natural places.
I’ve photographed at this location many times, at all hours of the day and night, and there’s something calming and centering about being there.
Magic really and all the better when shared…
home.There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the ground; there are a thousand ways to go home again.
Life’s a lot like a camera. You can slide it onto that auto setting and accept the images that it creates for you or you can take control and choose every setting yourself.
A friend once told me that if I could only let go the universe would provide.
She got “the look” followed by an eye roll just for emphasis.
However the science geek in me loves a good experiment so I did let go.
Turns out there really are a thousand ways to go home again.
through the trees.The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keep out the joy.