Reflection of the Soul

It wasn’t that long ago; a day, a week, a month, a year, a lifetime. Gravity holds us to time as it passes. Striving for what can be is often in reverence to what came before. The Earth spins and light finds a moment, and then the moment passes. I am a vessel to carry that moment, to hold it dear. The light fell, the silver grains captured, and I continue to struggle, to present and encapsulate the moments passing, and preserve it for the future. This is my responsibility, and my promise.

Gray Emery Grove silhouetted in front of bowman lake in glacier national park with a vintage rolleiflex camera this is one of his primary cameras.

I grew up in the country, looking up at the mountains, riding in the hills. I listened as the coyotes sang their songs. I stood still as the wind moved the grassy meadows around me. I explored, just me, my dog, and my horse. I would turn over logs, skip rocks, and chase frogs. Finding, discovering, and searching. Photography became a reason to keep my wonder; to climb, to experience, to be. I look forward to the rays of light that will illuminate, and the moments and scenery that I have yet to experience.