Despite the lingering warmth of the days, their shortness and misty fresh starts tell a different story; both the end of one cycle and the seeds of the next, both future growth and atrophy

The chosen path gave a softness to the world, it knocked off the hard edges of the unfolding tragedy. It left me cocooned in a hazy, dreamy world. Safe.

Mankind is unique amongst all living things in that it is self aware, knowing that at some point it will die. This fore- knowledge is both a blessing and a curse

"If all your life means to you is water running over rocks, then photograph it, but I want to create something that would not have existed without me." Minor White