On an early, misty December morning, in a world that seems only half-finished, against the rolling backdrop of the golf course, a fine filigree of bare branches emerges. Only a bit further on, the trees already disappear into a soft white. The silence is perfect...
Isn't it fascinating, all this beauty out there being beautiful, regardless of whether anyone is around to notice or not? With such thoughts in mind, I come to create my photographs. Often as I’m out riding my bicycle, I stop and save the fleeting fragments passing by. They are images of something bigger than me, than us; a slice of the timeless.
Isn't it fascinating, all that beauty lying beautiful around us, regardless of whether anyone is around to see it? With that thought, I come to my photographs; mostly cycling, I save the fleeting fragments that pass by. They are images of something bigger than me, .. Read more…