Photographers Zen



and I find myself drawn to discovery of these worlds, a sense of being on the edge of understanding, an essence of vitality extending itself to all life. I fight the need to quantify the numbers of ridges, catalog that myriad shades of brown, record the textures of the forest floor. Instead I sit. I breathe. I am. I photograph. I leave.

and I would love for one of these boxes to bare my name. In the middle of the forest, at the intersection of three dirt and rock roads, roads impossible to transverse under the weight of winters snow, yet I would put my name, my fire, and my love here, in the middle of the forest and each day I would trust God world's to show me a miracle.