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The seventh installment of the serialization on loves. This one is on Light. I love light. It is one of a  few things which I have a very deep understanding of. I had met the woman for the first time at a gathering of my girlfriend Donna’s  family. I first saw Barbara in a hotel room one beautiful, sunny afternoon, in Morro Bay, California.  It had been one of those postcard California days, spent doing something I would generally never be caught dead engaging in. The experience  left me with two words snared in mind. There were several more occurrences.

Texture

I like to listen to things. Sound is life. People think that because I am a photographer, I am all about light. But light and color are merely indicators of a signature flowing through creation that is sound. So I listen and try to decipher, to hear, comprehend, move forward. Certain things that I hear create textures that eventually comprise threads which in turn weave the tapestry of life. You all get to see that, as I photograph those instants. It is Fall here in Ventura California. The voices in my life burst forth in a timbre that in turn,

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Six

The seventh installment of the serialization on loves. This one is on Light. I love light. It is one of a  few things which I have a very deep understanding of. I had met the woman for the first time

Texture

I like to listen to things. Sound is life. People think that because I am a photographer, I am all about light. But light and color are merely indicators of a signature flowing through creation that is sound. So I