The interactions of lines and shapes with light and shadow often catch my eye and lead me to think of where life is taking us. A quiet street and quiet shapes blanketed with sagging wires makes me start to wonder. Is there really anything to worry about? A part of what I see today in the shapes and shadows is a reminder of what happened in that spot and every other spot 50 years ago. 100 years ago. 1000. Why do quiet old roads that lead up hills feel so important to me? Maybe they’re a surrogate for how I feel about the life I’m living or maybe they’re just reminders that life marches forward over tragedy and victory and happiness and crying and quiet.