I don't want you to see my photos merely as mechanical reproductions. My desire is that the images fire your imagination - pulling you in so that you experience the places as if you are there.

Listen to the hiss of crystal clear water speeding over the surface of a streambed, casting itself into the air at the edge of a waterfall, and gathering together to explode with a deep pulsating rhythm into a dark plunge pool. Feel the cool spray tingling your face and arms.

Breathe in the rich earthy aroma of moss slowly growing over a decaying tree trunk hidden away in a quiet shadowy corner of the forest. Season after season of leaves form a soft carpet under your tired feet.

Touch the stones and feel the long endurance of years. Hear the slow grinding pressure of winter ice expanding in cracks. Pushing outward with unseen hands until with a sudden crack that echoes down the ravine, the stone now become stones, slide roll and come to rest to begin the waiting over again.

Brush the cob webs from your face as you walk through the half light of an old barn. Smell the hay that lays strewn about the floor, the dust that floats gently through the air, the greasy metallic tang of rusting machinery long silent.

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