Lately, I have been in need of some inspiration. There seems to be so little to put on paper yet so much to say. My photography has taken the priority lately as it is just much easier to express myself. And even at times I find it hard to express myself.

Most people just see pictures of the driftwood, logs, waves, sand, or dunes. Not me. I see the story behind them which longs to be told on beautiful paper in harmonizing words. When I close my eyes, I can hear the wind whisper the tale. For now it stays with me.

The photos I take release a bit here and there. Giving a glimpse of what could be, what is to come, and what may never be. Yet I keep the words locked away inside in a deep place where no one will hear them. Can anyone see the truth as they view a simple photo of a stump?