The Impressionist artists have given me the poetic inspiration to color outside of the lines. Photography is but painting light - the integrity of the emotionally charged color on an overcast day, ambient light diffusing golden hues between dawn and sunrise, the 10 minutes of heaven between sunset and twilight. I move around my subject forgetting my camera and only seeing how the subject has changed me.
While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see. Often while traveling with a camera I arrive just as the sun slips over the horizon of a mo