My size 4 black patent leather shoes found their way to patches of light cast on the 1970s linoleum. I don’t know how long I would stand there in it or if my mother even noticed her curious toddler, but long enough to warm my toes and leave a smile on my face. As an adult, I have been known to pull off the road to watch the light dance through leaves and to stop mid-conversation to watch the sunset hug the edge of my son’s blond head. I love light. I notice it, I appreciate it, and now I try to capture it in a lens.
I’m also trying to live it. But I can be a hopeless idiot. The works here are the documentation of both.
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This is Gary Wilson and you took wonderful pics of our daughter, Abigail, for graduation. Could you contact me at your convenience?