The Dying of the Light
“Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
–Dylan Thomas
“Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”
–Dylan Thomas
A tiny empty glass bottle, three decaying leaves, and three lake stones on a wooden table.
“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul – and sings the tunes without the words – and never stops at all.”
–Emily Dickinson
“We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.”
— Buddha
An extremely processed photograph of the waterfall at Pewitt’s Nest near the Wisconsin Dells re-imagined as a digital painting.
“If you are bitter, you are like a dry leaf that you can just squash, and you can get blown away by the wind. There is much more wisdom in forgiveness.”
–Vusi Mahlasela
A simple trio of lilies shot on a warm summer day in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. It seems that I like to shoot these flowers on my birthday.
I waited a bit too long to shoot this red tulip blossom. It sat on my desk and slowly dried out. And I have to say, I’m quite pleased about that.