As the tree sheds its ancient leaves to dawn again in green splendor, nourishes the ground that supports it, and encourages the tender shoots of grass around it;
Just as the stones that the wanderer encounters, recognizes and transcends outline the path he traces in his scenario of contrasts;
Because everything is transitory, medicine, psychologies, religions, philosophies, poetry, people, places are like leaves and stones in my constantly changing landscape, in my photography, tirelessly revealing itself.
I am a beginner’s mind, an apprentice ballerina in the dance of my heart, because in joy and love lies my Soul, my Family, my Being — my true Home.
Maris. 