Reflections in Nature
In the winter of the soul, head bowed with grief, arms raised in surrender. The texture uncovered in the cold and barren season. Beauty found in the fragility. Strength found in the roots. Hope found
In the winter of the soul, head bowed with grief, arms raised in surrender. The texture uncovered in the cold and barren season. Beauty found in the fragility. Strength found in the roots. Hope found
One of my greatest joys is bieng able to capture moments, sacred, holy moments. Whether they are in nature, church or just daily life around me. This moment at church a couple weeks ago was
I have had a love for the world and all its interesting countries and cultures from a very young age. It probably had something to do with the fact that I grew up in
Over the years my photography, and vision for it have changed and morphed many times. However, one thing that has remained consistent is that photography is often a sacred space for me to recharge