in unquiet times.
I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.
There’s a beauty in moving forward that cannot be achieved by taking the path of least resistance.
Often the things that you fear the most never come to pass and the unimaginable becomes the reality.
For me photography is a meditation that both calms and inspires me.
This intimate landscape reminded me so much of a painting done by my father. So much so that it felt like I was seeing it through his eyes and once again my camera became the brush with which I paint.
Breathe in, breathe out.
bloom.No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.
I suppose it was inevitable.
I found the first flower blooming in my yard, a variety that I’ve not seen before.
Graceful and delicate it opens up towards the glimmer of sun that has been struggling to break through the clouds.
Nature’s a fickle thing though and this morning the landscape sparkles with a layer of frost.
I secretly rejoice.
Happy Easter to those celebrating.
a sure sign that IT is coming.
Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life, which make it pungent, intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash.
Spring is trying to make a comeback.
As temperatures drop at night, the battle between snowflake and raindrop ensues leaving behind a wintry mix.
A sure sign though that it’s winning is the lone goose.
Soon we will be seeing bright pops of green in photos as people embrace the new season.
I see spring in black and white…what does it look like to you?