I stalk the light, and the world fades away.
There is only this moment,
Which camera? Irrelevant:
an old beater, camera phone, DSLR…
it doesn’t matter.
The flower – deconstructed
I capture the light, not the flower
The way the light moves and flexes,
around and through,
In the end, it’s not even about me;
it’s about embracing the light.