Weaving words of grace and gratitude through the fabric of my photography, I wish to share the everyday miracles of God's creation. Writing with a blend of curiosity, discovery, and spirituality, I invite the reader-viewer along a trail of words and images; thoughtfully selected and graciously given.
Grazing the inner landscape for ideas, I am carried into a wider existence, a greater awareness, carried by the current of creativity.
As the growing vine reaches out with tendrils, seeking an elevated position, carried closer to the light, I carry this invitation to you; to enter the oportunities of artistic expression, as you expand your love of the land.
As summer settles into September, asters and goldenrod accept the invitation to audition for this month of transition.
Yellow and gold, purple and lavender, assume their places on this September stage.
In the background, from the percussion section, acorns and hickory nuts zip through the leaves, pound the ground, and bounce off my inverted canoe.
During these cooler nights, cricket calls seem calmer as they continue to crank out their calibrated wing rustles; soft stridulations with temperature affecting their measured notes. The stage is set. Harmony prevails. The audience approves.