First, my photography has always been Mood-driven. I strive for some of the illustrative look for the subject but then tail off...

Aging is like living through the seasons within our own skin. My photography has changed with the seasons of life. Just as spring brings the tender sprout of new life, our youth is full of promise, energy, and endless possibilities. Summer follows, with its long days of warmth, where our bodies reach their peak—strong, resilient, and full of vitality. But then comes autumn, where we begin to notice the subtle changes—the cool breeze that wasn't there before, the leaves that start to change color. Our bodies, once invincible, now show signs of wear, a wrinkle here, a stiffness there. And finally, winter arrives, with its quiet, reflective stillness. We feel the weight of time in our bones, much like the earth beneath the snow, resting, waiting. Yet, even in this final season, there is beauty—a wisdom that only comes from having lived through every cycle, every change. It’s funny, isn’t it? How we can feel these transformations in ourselves, just as we watch the seasons change around us, each one a reminder that life, in all its phases, is fleeting and precious.

Now, 2025 I'm 78 and my body is only allowing for a limited range of photography. I've finally reached the end of purchasing photo gear with the Nikon Z9 (I think). Remember, photography is an extension of what you see and feel...