Rushing water is the hallmark of springtime in the mountains. Rivers
burst at the seams and ponds emerge in the valleys as snow melts and
rages on its annual springtime descent.
After a dozen or so of
these high alpine springs, I had completely forgotten how abundantly
beautiful this season can be at a slightly lower elevation!
It is April
and already neighborhoods in Denver are bursting with color and new
life. And I, of course, as my eyes are on overdrive, I can't help
myself but try to capture the new season in its birth.
I photograph because I have to. Just ask my son, it's a compulsion over which I have surprisingly little control. Compositions present themselves constantly, frozen moments of time, light and expression frame up in my view, even when I am not actively pressing a shutter.
As such, my camera often feels like an extension of my self; it is the tool through which, when I use it well, I am able to communicate my vision of the art and beauty that I see in my surroundings with the rest of the world. The creative process drives me to the art of capture; the ability to share my work and evoke emotion from others is the inspiration.