The First Day

I remember well the first day of the workshop, Anne’s first pieces, and her words, the desire to illustrate them, lyrically spoken from her place at the end of the semi-circle, ambitious writing journal in her lap. I recall Chris’ pieces that reflected transcendent experiences and his gift for capturing the soul of a person.  I think of Arnie and Virginia’s gardens and the beauty that enfolds there daily and their love for each other.   The people in that room contributed significantly to my growth as a photographer and my idea of who I am in this, my photographic life.

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