My earliest memory is of laying in my crib watching the light play on the curtains as they fluttered in the breeze.

How beautiful the world is!

As I have journeyed through this life, a pattern, a texture, a color, will catch my eye and return me to that moment of remembered first bliss. 

Now that my children are grown and gone, I have, at last, the time to capture (and share) those Pockets of Magic.


Pockets of Magic

What is the means by which nature has the power to comfort or inspire?

How does an unusual light, a juxtaposition of forms or a brilliant color distill into a single moment, all that makes life a glory?

The power of those Pockets of Magic is what my lens seeks to reveal.


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