Early morning and I'm driving over a bridge crossing the Cornwallis River. It's June 3rd and I'm heading to Halifax with friends for a special event. The light, the setting, seems half awake. There's a cool, gusty wind as I park my car and walk toward the spot that caught my eye seconds earlier. How do you catch the fleeting light?
Later a friend writes to me quoting Ansel Adams, "Life is your art. An open, aware heart is your camera. A oneness with your world is your film."