The natural beauty of Raven Run Sanctuary in Central Kentucky has had a lasting influence on my photography. I was brought to my knees, not to pray, but to look at the tiny things growing out of the dirt. I made a lot of belly flop photographs in those days. I attempt to give voice to a planet we have forgotten how to love. Photographing land, water and sky seems like small potatoes compared to what needs to be done. Nonetheless, in rare moments time and space dissolve and brief contact is made with the Infinite. Hunched over the tripod, in a wild and remote place, a shaft of light moves, a shutter fires, a moment of time is borrowed for an instant of salvation.