Tree of Light

I walked past this tree for years without so much as noticing it. Late one night the darkened streetlight, the fog, and the light behind this tree all conspired to finally get my attention. Now, whenever I walk past it, I remember the dazzling display and even appreciate its beauty in the drab of daylight.

Earth and Heaven

We long for spring, when the buds break and the trees clothe themselves in leaves. Winter has a beauty of its own, however. When the trees stand naked and the landscape is barren, the beauty of the sky is hard to miss.

Broken Shell

There are times in my life when fears cause me to retreat, like a snail going into its shell. I saw this shell and it seemed to me a symbol of personal transformation. The shell looked as if it had been broken out of – from the inside out. I know that this isn’t the case – but the mind seizes on visual images to express things when words fall short.

Green Shell

This shell has always been a part of my life. It is my mother’s favourite shell, and for as long as I can remember it sat on the mantle of my childhood home. All these years later, it is still a brilliant green. It was only after photographing the shell that I could see, in the photograph, the tiny cracks that reveal the shell’s age.

Moment in the Sun

Morning Glory

Frosty Morning Light

Loving Embrace

Fiddlehead Ferns

Out for a walk in the early morning, I noticed the sun shining through the trees and illuminating this cluster of fiddlehead ferns. In the bottom left corner of the photo, there is the hole of some small creature. I imagine being that small, with the fiddle heads growing above like trees in what looks to me like an alien landscape.

Into the flower

This photo gives me a sense of how the flower must look to a bee. For you and me, a flower is a small item to be admired from a distance, but to some creatures entering it, it must seem to be an entire world.

Fern Light

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This photo instills a sense of serenity. The sun peacefully filters through the quiet leaves of the growing fern. This peaceful setting was actually quite hostile to the photographer. The heat was sweltering, and the mosquitoes and stinging nettle were out in full force.