These photos fascinate me, for some reason. I can study them over and over again, and remain intrigued. What is about this seemingly dead scene that captures my attention? Maybe the memory of that day sits in the back of my mind. I cannot remember exactly what I thought or how I felt, but I remember that there was something here that grabbed my attention. I photographed it, for lack of quality film in my mind. I wanted to return to that place in my mind, to uncover the revelation I felt was waiting beneath the surface.
It was one of those days where the sky seems to be alive, full of secrets and stories. The trees are watchmen on the wall; the flowers and underbrush are the capillaries of this magnificent life-force.
So much beauty, all around me! I am marvelously insignificant to this picture. I am witnessing, documenting, knowing that no photo can do God's artistry justice.
This is a place where I post on various things, from something that inspires me, to sketches and paintings etc... whether it be a spontaneous photography session in the mountains, or a quote that hit me right in the feels.