For me, it’s always been about the light...

Joy: One of my earliest memories. Still half dreaming as I wake up, liquid patterns of morning... shadows and golden light diffused through lace curtains dancing in a summer breeze.

Yearning: I’m in the back seat of my Mom’s old Mercury laboring up a two lane blacktop pass. The sunset is turning into stars above the brooding mountains. I’m filled with a sudden, ancient sorrow at the fading of the light and an awareness of vast, unexplored territories just over the next hill.

Love: Steering our small boat through a brilliant blue and green harbor, the silver full moon rising over Key West in front of us and a golden sunset behind.

Wonder: Standing on a mountain top under a cloudless sky in the Canadian Rockies close to the bones of the Earth. The light is so pure it seems to illuminate every pore on the back of my hand, every leaf and stem of wiry, tenacious plants grappling for life, every particle of rock in otherworldly clarity.

There are so many moments. I hope my photography captures just a bit of what I see and feel when I’m most open to what the universe is showing me...