Photography, or light chasing as I like to call it, is a mirror. We chase, we look, and in time we realize that we too are being chased and we begin to see. We slow down. Observe.

What do our pictures say? What is our response to the light that is pursuing and persuading us? What is the message we want to convey?

I am on a journey quite a ways from familiarity. So far, four months in Belarus has revealed more than decades in the US.  We hear clearest when we are uncomfortable.  If we listen, in time discomfort becomes our haven.

My pictures weren’t reflecting what I wished to reflect.

Light that reaches the heart is subtle.

Light is chasing you.
Are you looking?
Are you listening?

What is the message you’d like to convey?

welcome, sunshine

welcome, sunshine


“для тебя, Марсия”
(for you, marcia)

mp.050920 (lovely Tanja creating my glorious dandelion crown)


спасибо таня (thank you, tanja)
You speak Russian. I speak English. We understand each other beautifully.



how all the more radiantly a heart shines where it is known