While still on my trip to Mississippi I noticed a pattern of reeds against the reflections of the sky in a pond.
It reminded me of a Japanese painting. I began setting up my camera and tripod as if in a trance. Suddenly, while I looked through the lens of my camera I was a child again….watching my father (a commercial artist) painting with brush and ink stone (Sumi-e) on watercolor paper. Tears welled up in my eyes. He died long ago. Would he be proud of my work as a photographer. Am I still trying to please him? I framed image after image and this became the basis for an entirely new collection of images which can be found in the Zen Gallery on my site.