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Photography

The Photography

These photographs were made on back roads and mountain ridgelines, beside rivers and desert canyons, at the edge of marshes and at the top of passes. They began as an attempt to capture beauty. They became something else entirely — a record of paying attention, and of what paying attention can reveal.

The images here are organized by theme — the same themes that run through A Gentle Spirit Within. Browse them slowly. They were made that way.

Light

Every photographer chases light. After thirty years I began to wonder if it was chasing me too.

The Promise of Tomorrow

A sunset that asked a question I wasn’t ready to answer. I went back the next morning still thinking about it.

A Tree in the Fog

Understanding often comes later, quietly, like fog lifting from a valley.

Melting Light

It felt as though I had been tapped on the shoulder and told to look here.

Water

Water doesn’t ask permission to find its way. It moves over, around, and through – patient in a way I am still learning from.

Flowing Cascades

Three tiers of water wearing stone into smoothness over centuries. Patience made visible.

The Rock

Be the Rock. Let the rest move through you.

Autumn Tree in Lake

Someday I would sit beside still waters and let God remind me who I am.

Stillness

Most of us move too fast to notice. These are the places that made me stop.

Sun Setting over Willow Beach

The lake gave back the sky without asking. I stayed until I couldn’t tell which was which.

Francis Pond Sunrise

I stayed longer then I planned because the world did not seem to need me to hurry, and for once, I believed that.

Lake Abanakee Colors

To look into still water is to see more than a reflection. It is to be returned, briefly, to yourself.

Seasons

Each season asks a different question. I am still working through the answers.

Autumn at Lake Abanakee

The Adironacks in October. Every Year the color is a surprise.

Melting Light

Ten minutes of blue that no paint has ever quite captured. The ice held the sky gently.

Flowing Cascades

Late summer light in the gorge – green and ancient unhurried.

In the Trees

His Love for the smallest details, if we take the time to look.