In the heart of spring's vermilion blush, Where cherry blossoms whisper to the hush, An artist weaves a symphony of grace, In plein air's tender, alabaster space.

Her brush, a quill of dreams, in hues immersed, Dips into palettes, soft as morning's first, With every stroke, she paints the world anew, Transmuting light to verses, fresh as dew.

The painter heeds the call of nature's sway, As dappled sunlight dances through the day, Her heart - a loom of gossamer and light, Weaving tapestries where heaven's hues unite.

As petals pirouette upon the breeze, Her canvas, like a symphony, she frees, Each daub of paint, a note within a song, A melody that's been hers all along.

Oh, Sakura, thou blushing, fleeting bloom, Embrace her spirit, gently lift the gloom, Her art, an opus, ethereal and rare, Enchants the transient, sparking wonder's flare.

In this cathedral, wrought by nature's hand, Beneath the boughs where seraphs' whispers stand, The artist waltzes with the wind's embrace, In springtime's arms, her soul finds solace.

For in her heart, a universe resides, A cosmos birthed from time's eternal tides, In every blossom painted, she bestows, A secret strength that only heaven knows.

So let her art, this woman of the air, Inspire the world, a magnum opus rare, Through cherry blossoms, let her spirit soar, A testament to beauty evermore.

The streets pulse with energy, the crowds moving in a constant ebb and flow. The photographer watches and waits, searching for the perfect shot, the perfect moment to capture.

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Faces become characters, each with their own story to tell. The tourists, the locals, the workout devout, all coming together in a tapestry of life. DC breathes with a life of its own, and the photographer becomes a part of it, capturing the moments that define it.

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There's a beauty to street photography, a rawness and honesty that's hard to find anywhere else. It feels authentic to me with less varnish, less filter, less perfection, and more grit.

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When a photographer is able to capture those moments, it's magic. The perfect moment, frozen in time forever. The true grit and essence of an area, captured in a single frame.

I aspire to have one or two of those in my lifetime.

Shadows of people are quite striking. Their silhouettes elongated and exaggerated by the low angle of light. They move with purpose, their steps elongated and graceful, as if they are dancing to some unseen rhythm. Shadows of other things are no less engaging.

The shapes of flags and buildings are cast boldly, their outlines sharp and clear. Even the smallest objects, like blades of grass or fallen leaves, take on a new life in the light of the setting sun. For a moment, it's as if the world is recast. The shadows become the reality, and the objects themselves are mere afterthoughts. It's a magical time, when anything seems possible, and the shadows themselves take their own places. In this light, anything is possible, and the world is full of wonder and magic.

But then you see it, a glimmer of light on the shore. A looking glass, abandoned and alone. You walk over and wipe away the rain, revealing the chrome polish and a clear panes of glass.

You aim it upstream, and the world is transformed. The clouds overhead are reflected in the glass, their shapes and colors swirling and shifting with the breeze. The river, too, is captured in the glass, its mighty flow frozen in time.

And for a moment, you are lost in the beauty of it all. The storm has passed, the land is renewed, and you take it all in. The looking glass is a reminder that sometimes, in the midst of chaos and turmoil, there is beauty to be found.

So hold on to that looking glass moment, cherish it, and let it remind you that even in the darkest of moments, there is always a glimmer of hope and a promise of brighter days upstream.

It's a time of anticipation, of waiting for nature to reveal her secrets. The branches are still bare, but you can feel the energy pulsing just beneath the surface, ready to burst forth with new life.

The buds themselves are a wonder to behold, with their intricate patterns and shapes. Some are pointed, others are round, and still others are elongated, each one unique in its own way. And as they begin to swell and stretch, you can almost hear the faint rustling of new growth.

These buds hold within them the promise of beauty, the assurance that the world is once again coming alive after a long winter's slumber. They are the foreshadowing of the stunning cherry blossoms that will soon emerge, but for now, they are enough.

So let us take a moment to appreciate the simple beauty of the tree buds, to revel in the anticipation of what's to come. For in just a short while, the world will be awash in color and life, and we will look back on these early days of spring with a sense of wonder and gratitude.

I'm excited to launch this site and share some of the photographs I have taken. For many years, I have been capturing moments and sites and turning them into what I hope you will find to be stunning photographs. On this site you will find some galleries of my work taken over the years including nature, landscape, street, and portraits.

Whether you're a photography enthusiast, a prospective client looking to book a photo session, or simply someone who appreciates beautiful images, I hope you will enjoy exploring this site and discovering my work.

Enjoy your time and take a look around. Please don't hesitate to reach out with questions or feedback as I would love to hear from you.

I can't wait for you to see my world.

-michael