The transitional balmy breezes of the deserts sleepy Spring mornings have just a hint of the Summers approach. The shade of a familiar friend and the sounds of cooing morning doves. The feel of the wet grass on bare feet, hot Starbucks and an unread OP magazine. These mornings have taught me that life is what you make of it and best found in the simple pleasures. The warmth of the sun, a cool breeze, observing the smaller pictures and finding grace amongst the rhetoric. Sometimes the best thing for me as a photographer is to put the camera down and just learn how to watch life happen, watch the movement of the natural word, the light, the shadows, the patterns and just be an observer.