After a painful divorce (is there any other kind?), I met a beautiful woman who insisted that I take up photography again. I had not picked up a camera in 10 years for anything other than snaps of my children. What amazed me was what a career in the graphic arts, and maybe growing older, had done to alter my visual perspective. Suddenly, I was noticing the sunrise and sunset. The shadows as they pass through the day. The way the light can change the color of a stationary object as the hours pass. I started looking at the world in a whole new way. There is so much beauty that most people never see. They are too busy. I started shooting textures and found beauty in even smaller places. Things that may be rusted or decaying somehow have a beauty all their own. You just have to look. "Nobody cares about this stuff except me", I remember thinking. Standing in the rain at an abandoned mill on a freezing Sunday morning. I woke up before dawn to go visit a place that I had driven by for a year. Two weeks later, I was in a cemetery at dawn shooting statuary. Standing in the middle of the highway at dawn in Alabama, I was getting ready to shoot a bus that I found half buried in the ground. I just stopped in the middle of the road, got out of the car, stood on the yellow line and composed my photo. As the semi sped by me at 70 mph, barely 5 feet away (never bothering to honk), I remember yelling something expletive. As I got my shot and crawled shivering into my car, I remember thinking that I never knew photography was so much fun...and thank you, Honey.Old Mill Door Inverted Trees Alabama Storm Shelter Rome, GA