Water has always fascinated me. As a child I played spellbound in the waves of my bathwater. I was often mesmerized by the bubbles floating in the sink as my father shaved. In my teenage years I spent happy summers at the New Jersey shore watching the endless variety of patterns formed by the bay behind my parents' home. When swimming, fishing, water skiing, or just sitting on our dock, I was captivated by the images on the water. The water sang to me then. It sings to me now.

I find water both exciting and peaceful -- threatening yet protective. Until recently, my greatest fear was drowning. Now, when I see a body of water, I drown. But it is a drowning into life -- a loss of myself and an immersion into something more vast -- a Baptism. I sense at these times that all the inhabitants of the water -- fish, bugs, rocks, birds, plants -- share this connection. How could they not?

Water reflects the Infinite. It constantly reminds me that I am only a ripple in God's eye -- an appearance that lasts a breath -- an amusement -- a delight.

As a fine art photographer my goal is to have no goal. To let the images happen. Not to hunt for the trophy picture but to be open to a music that transcends and yet contains everything -- including my desires.