• The art of deleting

    The snow is getting deeper and squeezing its way into my boots. I am seriously regretting leaving my ski pants in the truck but thankful my wife wore hers. She kindly makes a partial path in the snow. I’m concentrating on aligning my steps with her tracks while carefully scanning the forest around us. Neither… Continue Reading

  • Blinding stare

    Born in distant space and time The light perseveres. We meet at the sandy shore In a blinding stare. I capture the scene and quickly leave. It moves more slowly Looking for darkness, finding none.