“The things we felt most are hardest to put into words. Hate is always easier to speak of than love.
How shall I make love go through the sieve of words and come out something besides a pulp?”

― Josephine W. Johnson, Now in November

I take photos of things I love, things that move me in some way or manner.
I am not always centered, or in a good place mentally, but I seek out the photo anyway.
My camera is not always set to deliver the sharpest image, or the best, in truth I am never after that.
What I am after is a way to capture the mood, the feelings, the awareness, and the love, that lies deep inside of me.