Alice...

"Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?'"

Like a looking glass, Alice's restless musings reflect my impressions as a photographer. What is life without pictures? Conversations? Senses? Relationships? What is our experience here without all we sense and and feel and capture? Relationships we carve out? The full overflowing wash of life we absorb? So, I am choosing to document a little more, venture a bit further, and jump beyond the doubt that swirls and twirls my button brown curling hair...perhaps I will discover even more beyond the rabbit hole:)