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…
What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Perhaps it’s the change in our weather that’s making me feel more than a little philosophical but today my thoughts are centered around the idea that we learn so much more from the things that don’t go right than we ever do from the things that do.
I think it’s the challenges that create the most growth. How we view them, how we react to them, what we take away from them.
I also think that facing challenges builds more compassion for others as well.
And we could all use a little more of that couldn’t we?
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
A bright spot in the month of October. The early morning light casts a glow on the ash tree, still vibrant in its full fall foliage.
I take time to enjoy it every day for soon the winds of winter will come.
The branches will be swept clean and the landscape will ready itself for winter’s palette of frost and snow…
the perfect time for a little color.
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.
I will always love seeing my world in black and white but fall might just be one of those times when color breathes life into an image.
One of those little life lessons…just because you love something, don’t be afraid to look at it differently and see if it still makes sense.
I’m always thrilled to find beauty in the unexpected.
I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.
Death is as much a part of life as living is.
In nature, in relationships, and in dreams there comes a time to make peace with what is and be willing to start a new chapter.
There is beauty in its finality and hope in its expression.
if the rain will ever come.
No water, no life. No blue, no green.
Summer draws to a close and seemingly everywhere the skies are filled with smoke from forest fires. Views like this one are fleeting, more often the mountains are hidden under a veil of smoke and ash.
Today more than ever it’s (almost always) about the water.
from a campground…
Seeing is not enough; you have to feel what you photograph.
I don’t often focus my lens on people but occasionally something draws me in and I’m compelled to capture that moment.
Street photography has always felt a little invasive to me. A little like capturing private moments publicly shared. I will often observe but won’t usually capture the image.
Campgrounds are full of these intimate moments and a long lens brings them closer yet.
This moment seemed to capture the essence of camping. Nature leaving its imprint on man…