When I was a little girl, I would spend hours peering into the green grass watching tiny beetles, grasshoppers, and crickets crawl. Today I find myself doing much the same—except this time I have a camera and an incredible love of light. I could easily spend an hour (or three) among the quiet ferns and buzzing bees, waiting for that magic light to unfurl. I am most alive in spring when the angle of light shifts and the earth begins anew.
