in the quiet of the morning . . .

Life is only a reflection of what we allow ourselves to see In the quiet of the morning I stepped outside into the brisk October air, McKenzie and I were out for our morning walk.  The day was still dark, the sun rises later this time of year. Breathing in the crisp air, taking in …

Inspiration of the Heart

Sometimes you have to stop thinking so much and just go where your heart takes you  The problem is I don't know exactly where my heart should take me . . . I seem to have lost my way lately, what do I want to photograph?  Do I even want to photograph anymore? I remember …