It Began on a Creek
I am interested in most types of photography, but am consistently drawn to nature photography. My earliest recollection of an encounter with nature was during the early part of my elementary school years. It was a slight encounter, but one that stuck. I remember lying in the grass at a playground in late spring playing with a bug. Then I noticed it – the warmth of the sun and the cool breeze. I rolled over and stared at the clouds looking for shapes I had been told would appear. The warmth and coolness – too cool without the sun – too warm without the breeze – balanced just right – I did not want to get up. My memory of that experience is vivid. But my attraction to nature truly began a few years later, when my parents rented a cabin on a creek. Though it was Spartan and lacked running water, it was paradise for me. We sat many nights within the screened porch playing board games while listening as the frogs and insects competed in the sounds of the night. We fished and swam in the creek and I wandered in the yard and woods. It was always quiet and peaceful, and our favorite place on earth. Perhaps my ventures into the outdoors are an attempt to duplicate those times, or just a new interest sparked by happy times, but I know I am drawn to be there – outdoors – in the peace and quiet with the warm sun and cool breeze on my skin.