I love photography.

No; that’s not what I love.

I love to speak through my eyes. I love to share with you what I see. There is something striking to be seen everywhere, even in the strangest places—the spirit of life as it moves through all things.

The unseen within the seen.

I walked with my son on the sun-sparkled silver bleachers that rise up into the blue dome of sky. On the bouncy, clean brand-spanking-new Astroturf that shimmers in brilliant team colors and dreams of future sports battles yet unplayed, of saliva and hot blood sprays, of shouts and sweat and manic cheering that has not yet manifest.

I walked through the sea of brisk and heavy late-winter air and this is what I captured through a lense. It was somehow magical. Days later, it still fills me with happy.