The mystique of the headlights in sacred space.

Not sure the why or what of the entire situation, but it has definitely arrived at its tipping point.

And so went the Poppins gal.  Umbrellas, though great for traveling the rooftops of London town, conduct electricity far too well in thunderstorms.

Little did we know, our efforts to stop the expansion would be met with a hysteria not seen in years.

Flowing form, from one spectrum to the next.  Paralleled through plains of light running into a mystery.

Scrabbling for a shred of inspiration other than a photograph from my windshield.

Recycling it again.

Today I was feeling quite inspired after we captured such a wonderful newborn session this morning … which is coming soon.  So I boiled and decorated our eggs – ‘Spottswood Style’.  The essence of spring has started to saturate our yard so I couldn’t help but try to capture some of mother earth’s charm.  I enjoyed making the eggs my mini models for this special little session.  -Sarah

Caged in a rage.

Scrape the rust and years of decay from the valve of your heart.  Break the chains and locks that bind your.  Let your love flow forth.  Flood the land with generosity and kindness.  Wage war on hate and ambivalence.  Empathy toward all, malice toward none.