My photography  brought me to see the light, which is, I suppose, one reason it is so important to me. The ancient mystics believed that light and color was the way in which God spoke to the people he created. I do not truly believe in God, but I do worship light, and if there is a God, it makes sense to me that this is the way in which he speaks to me, in fact, I think this is the way in which the holy spirit speaks to me.

For much of my life, I could not see the light or find it, but through the viewfinder, I am led to it every day. Spring is the season of light, and of its  renewal Holy light to me.