Dusk, 10.5.15, 2015, Archival Digital Print

During my time in Cleveland, I learned to see the sky and all that it gives. The relationship of sky to land was a profound shock to me in the 80s. From my beloved nephew who travels cross-country on his Harley and generously sends back photos, I realize that there is bigger sky further west.  Of course I knew it rationally, but I didn’t know it in the sense of the impression his photos made on me.  I long to experience it. But, my brief glimmer into its wonders has left an impression on its etherial power, especially for imaginative play.  There is the stage on which anything is possible.  The current observations are mostly from my backyard as the magic plays across the trees.