A photograph is a symbol for a particle of time. It is an instant within an existence, a stolen second along a continuum that was never meant to be disrupted. It is silence within sound, equilibrium within vertigo, form without function. It is ultimately a fossil, and sometimes a fraud, because it portrays a scene that no longer exists.

In spite of that reality, some photographs impart bits of truth or stunning beauty that remain fresh and valid no matter how many times one views them. These are the images I seek and admire from fellow photographers. They keep coming-- from you, rarely from me, from people I discover every day on Flickr, people who live in countries I've visited and want to remember, people who live in countries I can hardly find on the world map, places I'll never see except through our common passion for photographic art.

About me: I'm a senior American woman, at the interface of Western and Middle-Eastern lifestyles, drifting towards my Italian heritage, concerned about spirituality , personal development, and my young grandchildren.

Introverted and unambitious, I have finally retired, and am ready to devote myself fully to art, family and travel.