At times I am certain I have forgotten how to pray
Lips part, the breath moves in and out
But I cannot find the words
I go into the woods alone
And I am reminded that it doesn’t matter
To be here, alive, is prayer in itself
Pattern, Texture, Lines, and Light
The beach is, hands down, one of my favorite places to make pictures. Probably because it’s such a rarity to get to do so. Last year I spent most of time enjoying the soft light and pastel colors of the early morning hour. But this year I wanted to try to look for something a little different, to see the beach in a new way.
As I walked the shore at sunrise I was struck by the work of the tide; painting its canvas each night, revealing new compositions and patterns each morning. The sun’s first rays danced across the landscape illuminating even the most subtle textures. And I watched as people would walk across, never seeming to notice what was before them.
