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.
The faint, pink flush growing on the horizon of morning draws me outside. High in the Red Oaks, crows are squabbling, intermittently, in the growing light.
Morning has broken, and birdsong builds into choirs of praise. I can scarcely take it in. I want to absorb my surroundings; these vibrant birds,
this morning sky holding the gibbous moon that is fading into the day's light.
This morning breeze whispers in the woods, then the wind becomes more ambitious as a stratus blanket grows in the northwest, signaling a summer shower coming soon. Among the far-reaching branches of Sugar Maples and White Oaks, where sunlight touches their tips, Redstarts are flitting orange and black, orange and black, along the wall of green.
Just now a Veery. A Veery! Calling from within the density of green.
I wait. I listen. He appears. His sweet song showers me with grace notes. I feel immersed in a pool of serenity.
I want to take all of this with me, and give it to you.
Together, we are looking into the immeasurable night sky, stunned by the incredible visibility. Looking into the vastness of time, feeling the immense impact of the measured silence that fills the space between stars. To fill the space between us, I slowly come behind you and wrap my warmth around you. No words are needed as we treasure this time, measuring the comfortable silence, closing the distance between stars, confirming the love between us.
along the edge of the shore, under the cathedral of stars, among spring choirs of birdsong. Along this trail of life that God has mapped out for me, I would chose you again.
