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.