when first i fell in love with lens and light, i hoarded that love.  i held it as my private gift and sanctuary combined, and i had no desire to share that love.  i reasoned that i am with my children all day many days, and we share much… i needed something of my own.

 

 

life, after all, with my loves, is loud and fast, and slowing time in silence was a rare gift and one i held sacred; necessarily solitary, i thought.

 

but they pursued, and i assented.  i handed them my valued gear and that love, shared, grew.  somehow, it instilled a quiet all its own, just from the “working alongside” that happens from letting another in to a sacred space, from teaching a learned skill and from giving of a passion.

 

how can one explain joy until it is shared?

 

now they, too, have a sacred space full of wonder…

 

once i gave in and passed on knowledge and delighted with them in new discovery, the gift became greater for the sharing.