~Adagio in Rock~
Some of the greatest beauty I find in the landscape is not overt or obvious, not always very colorful or instantly apparent. Very often I find grace, poetry and quiet drama in the most modest of things. Oftentimes, however, these images are more visceral to me than those with blazing hues or extreme perspectives. Rather than triumphant deafening crescendos, they are more like soft whispers into my ear, and likewise the effect is more profound when other voices do not intrude, and when the silence persists for a time beyond. When I find such images, as an artist or as a viewer, I stop looking at other things for a while and revel in the gentleness and intimacy of the secret that was revealed to me.