Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream
~Eliphalet Oram Lyte
Something happens to me when I am tromping through the woods, or out on the streets.
It is as if I were ten years old again playing games with my friends on the streets of the town, back yards, fields, beaches, and woods creating stories, and acting them out.
Today, the world around me seems like foggy potential, and as my emotions stir the stories to arise. When I focus my camera on a thing that foggy potential becomes a reality I can touch and observe. What I share with the photos are snippets of feeling, internal conversation, character development, where nature is my muse.
I hope you enjoy it and maybe find inspiration to explore the world with a slightly different perspective.
If you find a photo you would like, here or on my Instagram account, shoot me a line and I will see what we can do to accommodate you!
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