It wasn’t that long ago; a day, a week, a month, a year, a lifetime. Gravity holds us to time as it passes. Striving for what can be is often in reverence to what came before. The Earth spins and light finds a moment, and then the moment passes. I am a vessel to carry that moment, to hold it dear. The light fell, the silver grains captured, and I continue to struggle, to present and encapsulate the moments passing, and preserve it for the future. This is my responsibility, and my promise.

I grew up in the country, looking up at the mountains, riding in the hills. I listened as the coyotes sang their songs. I stood still as the wind moved the grassy meadows around me. I explored, just me, my dog, and my horse. I would turn over logs, skip rocks, and chase frogs. Finding, discovering, and searching. Photography became a reason to keep my wonder; to climb, to experience, to be. I look forward to the rays of light that will illuminate, and the moments and scenery that I have yet to experience.