Maybe it was the absurdity of the owl on the front porch sitting atop an old carousel pony, or maybe it was that certain morning light shining on the plastic flowers that hung from the rear-view mirror of the car parked on the side street. It came to me not as an urgent cry but a gentle whisper that made me get out of my car and take a walk. I knew it with certainty, the generosity of photography, as crisp and clear as a chilly January morning. I love taking pictures and I feel loved in return, warmed from the inside out.
Ivy on Color Blocks
Afghan in Broken Shed Window
Plastic Flowers
Owl Riding a Carousel Pony on Porch