Earlier today, I was looking outside my kitchen window at a steady rain falling on the cement.  Each drop makes a ring that expands to a larger ring,  then another drop falls and makes its own ring.  Over and over.  My photography has changed how I see the world.  When waters coming out the faucet, I see the columns that rise up.  In a split second it's gone.  Pouring milk in my coffee has me equally fascinated.  It happens so fast that most of the time my brain doesn't even register it.

     I know photography is in my blood.  Every time I go somewhere, anywhere, I see photos.  I see curved lines and repeating patterns in the taco shells, line up like a big shell mountain.  I see a rainbow of colors in the displays of precisely spaced vegetables, laid out at the grocery store.  I see perfect, puffy white clouds in the sky and think what great clouds for a photo, if only I had a good foreground!  How the late afternoon sun streams in the windows onto our daughter, perfectly highlighting her hair, so that she looks like an angel.  Or the way the fog winds its way through the layers of forest, as I'm standing on the hill above my parents home in the country.  There's a quote that I always think of when I'm there-- "where the forest touches the sky, that's my kind of country", by Louis L'Amour, famous author. L'Amour's birthday would of been next week, as he was born on March 22, 1908, in the days of the American Frontier. 

     But, I digress.  It's more than the forest, sky, drops or my family.  When I capture a moment in time, that one picture that makes me catch my breath and smile, I know that I am hooked.