I like ‘em NAKED – my pictures, that is

I have a confession…

I’m in love with Beauty.

That’s really the whole story. But, of course, there’s always more to the story.

I’m so enraptured by Beauty I look for it wherever I am, all the time. Usually in mundane places. Things you see every day. Places I walk all the time. Plants and birds and insects and flowers that anyone could see anywhere.

Yet what I see awes me. For all its commonness, it busts my heart open and pours sugar on top. Catches my breath and fills me with tingles and shivers and shimmers. So entranced by these small beautiful things am I that I have what we lovingly call random powers of observation.

Oh my, do you see that hummingbird atop the towering fir tree a half block away?
What? You mean that huge house was repainted 3 months ago? oops.
Oh, look, something shiny!

The thing of it is, the Beauty I see is perfect. The light is just right, the contrast divine, the hues sublime. That’s what I stop for. That’s what I capture. If I miss it, I miss it. But, oh, if I catch it! And, oh my, if you can see it, too!

And that’s my thing. Share the perfection, exactly as I catch it.

True, I might do a tiny bit of cropping to help guide your eye on to the magic bits, but no more. The image is as the Beauty was.

I don’t do Photoshop.

It’s the rarest of occasion that I even so much as adjust the contrast. These photos, these images of the raw power of Beauty, they are imbued with their own magic. Something more powerful than me. Something more amazing – enlightening – awesome – fulfilled – than filters and adjustments and effects and manipulation.

This essence she’s let us see, it doesn’t need our help.

It is.

Beauty.

And I hope you can see it, too.