“Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way” -Pablo Neruda I am convinced that looking into a person’s eyes can lead you to interpretation of someone’s sadness, joy, confusion, depression, and even sanity. Lately, I have trying to capture the essence emotions when I photograph someone. My beautiful baby granddaughter … Continue reading Eyes

The Sunday Memories of A Baby Boomer

Sunday Morning A day of rituals started with church at St. Luke’s where forgiven sins remained for the rest of the week.   Then a big breakfast: pancakes, scrambled eggs, sizzling bacon and home fries we ate until we almost died.   Then off to some adventure dad would plan it out as a surprise no matter how he tried to disguised it It was … Continue reading The Sunday Memories of A Baby Boomer