Peace Silence, I can hear it, and the silence hears me, for I am silent as well. It is often the only thing worth listening to these days and the only thing worth writing about, for I have nothing to say. 

For every landscape photo I capture there is usually a thought behind it, or a reason I am standing where I am standing. I wasn't searching for anything but answers inside my mind, but something else grabbed my attention, and I photographed it. My photos don't sell for hundreds or thousands of dollars like others are able to do. They don't tell a story that others can understand, and the thoughts I had while there are not explainable. My reason for being there was different when I got there than it was when I left. Somewhere in between those times a dream silently passed through my mind, then faded away with the darkness, only for me to dream another day. For a few moments though I found the world to be perfect, perfectly silent, perfectly still, perfect to be photographed, so I did.