THE PHOTOGRAPHS


From the Photographer's Note...

Sometimes it feels, as they say, as though there is nothing new under the sun. And yet? Part of the glory of clouds is that they are always different. Every single time. So I am sure I will be enticed to photograph them forever.

Independent of my original impulse, the images I make often take on a life of their own. They seem to be messengers, bringing instructions: drink in natural beauty, slow down, follow paths unfolding towards the sky.

One day when visiting my mother, I noticed she had placed fallen petals from a bouquet into a small, semi-translucent bowl. Knowing her as someone inclined to arrange the details of her space intentionally, I sensed those petals were treasures to her. Now I was treasuring them, too...