The path disappears into the trees and the mist. Surely we hear the call of what lies around the bend.
I am a complete leaf fanatic. Growing up in Tennessee and Missouri, there were plenty of opportunities to wander in the woods and play in the leaves. It wasn't until I moved to Texas that the obsession with foliage really kicked in.....longing for that which was now in slim supply, autumnally speaking. I came to photography in my thirties and felt like it was the missing piece found at last. I was amazed to discover that my father had a darkroom as a young man, and my maternal grandfather was a photographer in World War I. It was in the genes. What a glorious thing to have woven into your fabric!
Refuge Published December 08, 2010
Wordplay Published September 13, 2010
Bella's Book of Blessings Published September 05, 2009
Wanderings Published December 13, 2008
Song of Waters Published December 12, 2008
The Painted Forest Published December 12, 2008
studio thirteen: zapped! Published December 12, 2008
The Wizard's Palette Published November 24, 2008