JacobFolger

Whisked away from the home I knew and friends and school and abruptly transplanted into a place unknown to me, I was forced to open my young mind. I was ten years old and left to find friends where there were none. None but a tangle of thorny raspberry bushes, a twig of a sorry creek, and an open mind for the moment. It was there that I found camaraderie; a spider, a minnow, a very willing crayfish and the never-ending, babbling conversation of my best friend, that skinny creek.

Today, I still follow the winding of whatever creek is nearby. It is a friendship that never ends. There is always something to do and lately, it has been the photographing of it and the shadows, the reflections that lay within... and true life that lays without. For instance, capturing a leaf floating by and pebbles and stones beneath while I photograph the shadows in between. It is a wonderful thing to take in. At this point, I am breathing excitement. Inspiration and passion has overtaken me.

For over 40 years, I have found delight in the life of the creek. From the green mosses and smooth stones to the hike alongside to the shadows of life within.