Years ago I was different - my eyes saw worlds through another set of lenses in my mind.
I am older, my eyes are older, my mind sees worlds as they are not as I wish.

There are days I am saddened by my new vision, before, hope lived there.
There are days I am refreshed, excited, filled with joy, I will always be happy with tomorrow.

Younger me would never have created this image, he would not have seen it.
I see them every day, and smile - with and without a camera.

The Light Above

How can I walk a continent for more than two decades and not see the sky?

Can I pass under a sky without looking up?

Do I see in silence without my eyes, with skin and sound and scent?

Does Light penetrate into me without my knowing?

Is there a time when all the Light from all the years finally sallies from my soul and spreads across the world before me in such a display that even blindness could not prevent me from seeing,

the Light above.

So Much Light Has Passed Through My Eyes

I was shocked at the interlude between postings here - many things have transpired photographically over these countless months. Neither my eyes or camera have not been idle. I have been collecting images for posting in a file of the same title as this blog, but until I opened the page to post - and had to search for the password to the blog - only then did I realize it had been two years - so much light has passed through my eyes. Most recently above in the old city streets of Kolkata India.

Fitting in, living in it

"The environment is not tailored to man; it is itself, for itself. All its creatures fit in. They know how, from ages past. Man fits in or fights it. Fitting in, living in it, carries challenge, exhilaration, and peace."

- Margaret E Murie

All there is... reflected through his eyes,

"There is a brief moment when all there is in a man's mind and soul and spirit is reflected through his eyes, his hands, his attitude. This is the moment to record."

-- Yousuf Karsh

Place

From The River of No Return: Remembering the Mississippi

Liquid Light

Weather in the southeast US has forced shifts in travel plan, meaning more editing time. Fingering through hundreds of images sheds new thoughts on creations weeks and months past. Three months ago I was standing in the humid morning Light; A beach on the Caribbean shore of Costa Rica. No image obligations, just sand, surf and shorebirds to play with.

Light merged with liquid, pouring over sand, cresting off surf, illuminating sea, silhouetting sandpipers. Light casting a monochrome brassy-gold glaze over all it touched.

The morning was like being a guardian of the moment, less about creating, instead more about recognizing what was. It is the hardest and simplest of photography. It requires stepping out of the way. Trusting the eyes. Letting the Light speak, letting it shine in.