When I was nineteen, I thought I was a pretty good photographer, but I wondered if I could be a great one. I told myself that if I had some time to focus my attention solely on taking photos, out in the world, I might find out.
It’s amazing how the addition of the man and dog are in the photo finish the whisper of a story.
When I paint, moments like that feel like magic, a completion of the circle. I can feel something deep sigh “yes.”