In my photography, I never really know if the beautiful things I see are new to me, or if I never noticed them, or if they have changed in the light of the moment, or the ever-changing seasons of the year. I have walked by this meadow a thousands times, and never thought to take a photograph of it, this morning, it looked so beautiful I stopped and was transfixed. I loved the old barbed wire stand, a sign of an old cow pasture, and the golden meadow behind it, framed in the early morning light. It looked like a painting to me, a sense of the incredible beauty of the country, and of it’s light.

I can no longer live without natural beauty around me, I would not survive long in a city.