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Ever notice how life can get in the way of doing what truly inspires you?  A recent diagnosis of Lyme disease has seriously put a hitch in my energy levels and ability to be the active hiker and naturist I have been my whole life. My beautiful friend, my Nikon D70 actually had dust on her case!  As a prolific seeker of my art I am ashamed and astounded at this!  As summer draws to a close and my children are back to school I hope to embrace once more my hearts most passionate love and begin to delve into my nature photography again. I had a trip planned out to climb Half-Dome in Yosemite National park in July, a trip right off of what I WILL do before I die list.  I had to cancel due to medical issues, I have been devastated by this.  I still plan on my climb, just now it is somewhere in an uncertain future.  

Getting out into nature with my camera is for me like going and spending time with God, or going to a mosque or church for others.  It is a spiritual thing, and without it I feel dry inside, unfulfilled.  I take pictures in my yard, of my herbs and of my pets and children, all enjoyable but lacking that sense of peace I have only ever found by waking with the dawn and climbing to a spot that is completely isolated by man, but lush with nature and God's presence. I know that I WILL be able to hike all the National Parks in the future, I can not believe that God would have given me such a deep love of these places without also providing the means to experience them.    

I really appreciate all the feedback I get from my friends here on deviant Feedback encourages and inspires me to become a better artist, too keep seeking the new and refining the old.  Thank you to you all, I am better for having known you.


some more of my fav work from some mad talented deviants

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walking through deviant inspires me and keeps me wanting to create and hopefully inspire others as well... what a great cycle   here are some of the works that are currently blowing my socks off

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I am reflecting on where I was this day at this time 8 years ago.  I had just come home from the hospital the day before with my newborn son (born 09/07/01), my phone was ringing, it was early, my aunt was calling; sounding shocked and in tears.  She told me to turn on the TV, she had been watching the morning news and it had just broken that something had happened to one of the Twin towers.  I remember watching, uncomprehending as the second plane hit, not really believing what it was that I was seeing.  

Over the next few hours and days, I watched, along with the rest of America and the world; in some sort of stunned state as all the details unfolded.  I had thoughts of how could I bring another child into this chaotic world, for surly we were at war... my emotions were all over the place, enhanced by my recent childbirth as well as separation from my then husband.  It felt as though the world was ending.  

8 years later, my little boy just had his eighth birthday, and the world did not end.  I think that this was meant to break us Americans, to trample our well touted spirit; I believe it did anything but. The brave men and woman who brought Flight 93 down that was headed for our white house set an example of what it means to be truly heroic, to do something that is completely selfless.  I am still moved to my knees, too tears; at this sacrifice.  I think we as a people, as a nation; are stronger than we ever knew we could be, I know I am humbled and inexorably saddened by the loss of all those who died that day. God bless us all.