There are times when I can only weep in response to the images I capture.
Don’t for a moment think me conceited and that a statement of my own photographic mastery. Nothing could be further from the truth.
What I mean is this: Luck and opportunity—the dice of life—sometimes favor even those of us who can barely find our way out from under the sheets in the morning.
From time to time I find myself moved by a stunning moment captured by my camera.
Today is just such a day.
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