My earliest memories
are peering through these eyes at the world
These eyes, the
inner being that saw through these eyes
Wishing to
communicate before I had words to form into sentences..
These eyes,
myself now looking
through these eyes
using images and
words…
having lived a
longer time of joys and sorrows as life is lived.
Yet the same being
peering through these eyes still sees.
In the late night,
early morning,
days of sun or
darkness,
cold of winter,
heat of summer,
mildness of many in
betweens…
I see.
Not searching for
vision,
not asking, this
magic appears
touching something
within.
Inside warmth of the
crackling fire
Sliding the heavy
glass door open
Cold blast of
winters chill swirls
Passed me and into
the room
The oak standing
tall beyond the pines
Covered in floating snow,
Through the screen
of summer
All of time fills
the space
the camera between
us
inside looking out..
Of the house
Through the door
Through a window
Through the lens
Through these eyes
Back within the
being
A connection to
being here
I now notice that
all of my photographic work has been from this place,
This place, within
and wishing to communicate what is felt through this seeing seer.
This body of new
work, inspired on a snow stormy day in 2004, is again full of this wish.
This is my search in
my life and in my photography…
Here in this place
Alone
Yet not alone at all.