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Traces of Light
This is a tumblelog, kinda like a blog but with short-form, mixed-media posts with stuff I like. Scroll down a bit to start reading, or a bit more to read more about me.
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About
As a photographer, I am obsessed with two things--life and light. The sweet innocence in a child's eyes, glowing pink clouds in an autumn sunset, intricate bee wings and flower petals, the frozen motion of a boy doing tricks on a bike--light reflects off all of these beautiful things and reveals a hidden gift--the humming energy of LIFE. The two almost seem synonymous; for without the gift of light, we could never see all that is alive and thriving around us; we could never capture a moment of this life to frame in our minds and on our walls; we could never picture that "alive" feeling. In these traces of light, we find the secret gifts of beauty, power, and design; we discover the things we take for granted, the treasures hidden in the shadows, the phenomena that everyone looks at but no one sees; we find God in His creation.
