When I photograph the nature
I become endless
I see all the forms interconnected
and get a strong sense of belonging …
Where my step ends
the muddy footprint fills with water
Where my bare skin turns to sun
the crisp breeze whistles by and takes the lead
Where the sky’s reflection melts into the leaves on the bottom of the stream
Where the music I perceive has no notation, yet I know the beat and quietly hum the refrain
Where I is completely intertwined and
wants to dissolve here
and forever exist in this perfect symbiosis of Love
lost in poppies, Amoreira, Portugal
before sunrise in Maine
old growth Vancouver island (self-portrait)