Since that night I have watched 280 sunrises and 147 sunsets. I captured the light change 427 times. And it changed me every single time.
Nature & Reflections
Borrowed Light
Forty-five minutes before the sun comes up, the river does something almost no one sees. I know, because I’m usually alone out there when it happens.
Date Night with the Lions
I can photograph the sun. I cannot photograph the moon. I have a long, ugly folder of failed moon shots and a hard drive full of suns.
He Declares Christ to Me
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.
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.
