In living Color

In living Color

The brownish red dust that rides on the back of each granule of sand. I could feel that what I saw was all that was in an environment which seem to suppress the opes of man kind. It is a strange feeling to encounter, but maybe some can feel the silent emotions that we walk through in daily life. This was one. Each step I took, my heart felt free, beat after beat until I could rest and close my eyes and say this is photography, and that this was me tonight. I find most people too disconnected to spark, and a few to precious to part from. Maybe that there is a universal frequency we follow and change from time to time. Old souls and new souls. Which are you.

In color or blackened white , I've often wondered where the story of the same image connects and disconnects.