I want to understand the world as it truly is. Unfortunately, truth in our modern culture is buried beneath endless opinions, conflicting studies, sensational headlines, and persuasive voices.

One evening Ted and I were kicking a ball around with Oliver when he suddenly stopped and listened. "Do you hear that?" he asked. "That's a... quesadilla!"

When we experience extremes of any kind, our instinct is to quickly regain equilibrium.

While walking through the woods, I spotted this heart-shaped hole on the side of a tree.

When I think about comfort, images of my childhood often come to mind, for which I am grateful.

Then my perspective shifted. Instead of seeing the view outside, I noticed something else: lines. So many lines.

The very thing that made the truck undesirable also made it visually compelling.

Worms are a wonderful example of harmony, particularly harmony with nature.

What looks like a kind of prison from the outside is actually a boundary that serves them, keeping them safe and settled.

“Home is where the heart is” sounds cliché, but I’ve found it to be true.

Each time it disappeared before I could get a good shot, I found myself wondering if it would come back at all.

Life is like a puzzle.
There are many pieces, and they come together slowly, through time, trial, and error.

It had been crushed by a closing door some time ago. Now it was stuck to the inside of the door frame with its bright red belly facing up, as if it were sunning itself.

It’s a pattern easily found in nature, in rippled water and sliced tree trunks.

I swiftly merged onto the highway like a blood cell exiting a vein for an artery.

Spring is the season of birth and the soil is where it starts.

I nudged it with my foot and could feel the weight of its innards shift around inside.

Loss is a facilitator of gratitude.

Had it not been preserved and presented to the viewer as a single static image, the moment might have been overlooked.