While hiking around the Pocket Trail in the North Georgia Mountains there was a lot of food for my camera. Patterns in the stream kept changing - lines, rectangles, ovals turning into images that kept my imagination jumping from one stored memory to the other. Wanted to paint, to draw, to write, and it all gelled into the notion that nothing stays the same, and capturing the moment is just that - a second ago, is history right now...can't hold on, will let go, and simply marvel at the magic waiting to parade in front of me
