There is a tree near the picnic tables I never noticed until last week. The sun has been rising behind it every October since I started. I was not looking.
Nature & Reflections
The Lion and the Lamb
There are four stone lions at Lion’s Bridge. They do not move. I do. They do not change. The sky does. And he is never the same lion twice.
Chasing the Source
Two of my photographs made the news this week. One was made from all the color there is. The other was made from none of it. I took that one in a drizzle.
Exalted in the Heavens
The morning the water swallowed my beach is the morning the world finally looked. Four nights later, the forecast promised nothing and the sky burned anyway.
Glimpses of Heaven
I have a garden. I've had one for almost two years, only there's sea oats instead of roses. It is a pier on the York River at first light.
Beautiful Chaos in Motion
A stranger watched me shoot at Denbigh and called it beautiful chaos in motion. Four days later the sun disappeared, and I found out what I'd been chasing.
Room for the Light
The furniture is out. The windows aren't blocked anymore. I walked through my own house this weekend startled by how much sun comes into it.
The First of September
A friend handed me a folded page in the dark this morning. I couldn't read it yet. I've been dreading this date for weeks, and someone wrote over it.
A Beautiful Bruised Capture
I superglued my heel shut last week. I didn’t plan to write that first sentence, but it’s where everything else starts, so I'll begin there. Six days ago, I was standing out on the shoals before dawn, ankle-deep in water I know well, framing a sailboat moored past the shallows with her mast running straight … Continue reading A Beautiful Bruised Capture
Another Sunrise
Tomorrow could be an ending or a beginning, and I won't know until I'm in the room. But I've learned this summer: sometimes the beautiful and the hard are the same light.
