As we age do we fade into the darkness with little memory of light, beauty and nature? Or does the remembrance of beauty and light call us back? Is the darkness comforting? Is the light and beauty too compelling to leave behind? I'm sure it differs for everyone. Or perhaps the call to light is universal. Do we know, will we know?
It has taken me quite a while to consider myself a photographer.In my lifetime I have been daughter, sister, wife, mother, grandmother, great grandmother, empty nester, widow, and partner.Never in those years was I a photographer. Frankly, except for family memories, I didn't have time. Some might, and have said that I am stubborn.I prefer determined.When I had time later in my life to learn new skills, I decided to be determined about photography.It has been a Life changing,challenging new skill. I have always seen stories in the world around me,now I have a way to tell them.
