Our home, the blue marble we call Earth and every living thing that inhabit it, matters deeply to me. This, I hope, shines through in my photography. An art-form which expresses the natural world as I see and maybe even more sense it. It is the world through my eyes,
I remember This road I remember Climbing the tree Sitting exhilarated In its canopy Looking down At the mystic rivers steady flow Warm scents rising up From the lush undergrowth I remember This road I remember Quiet whispers from elven tongues The breeze of fresh air Filling my lungs
There are days The Atlantic waves Are crashing wild and tall Against the naked limestone wall Regardless of the force It doesn’t change its absence of course Remaining solid and still Revealing stealth beyond will On the surface the cliff reflects An apparent reality, superior and complex And yet,
