"It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them." ~George Eliot
I chase the light all morning, longing for the perfect shadow, the glimmer of light on a petal, the glint of sunshine on the curve of a porcelain cup.
I've come to learn that I write and I photograph for the same reason. It all stems from the same impulse, the same need.
There is beauty over there, just there. There is goodness. There is light that I can nearly touch. I must try. I must.