Fleeting Moments happen at 40
mph. Daily commutes are like monotonous narratives that are accompanied by the ever-changing random compositions
that pass through the windshield.
Within each image the ephemeral acts of nature are at play and briefly entwine
within the moment to create a complex relationship of short duration. The puffy
white balls of cherry blossoms make an unremarkable tree spectacular for a
week. The swift black dart of a crow reveals a lovely web of overlapping tree
tops, and the filtered sunlight on a stormy day brings new
dimension to the skyline. We coalesce within these environments that pass
in a brief moment. The images that flash before us are seldom noticed during a
hurried commute. By the time the
destination has been reached the narrative has become a blur. Yet, by
extracting a few moments we allow ourselves time to ponder just how much we
missed along the way.