so many frames...

Although I've pledged myself to multiple arts -- including writing, filmmaking, loving and photography -- it is the still frame that has risen to most consistently command my heart and mind, energy and imagination.

Only my recent heartache has managed to stem the flood of frames being communicated from my eye through my instrument and back again, and as things slowly return to something that at least approaches "normal" in my heart and home, I once again begin to contemplate the view through precision glass...