My husband gave a rather extravagant gift to me this past fall. Out of the blue, he presented me with a Nikon D70 camera. In my real world life, I am shy – bordering the reclusive and a camera is a scary thing. I don’t like taking people pictures because just like my camera-less personality, I don’t want to invade their turf. I generally assume people don’t have use for me in their world so to add a camera to the mix is not very comfortable for me. What I have noticed is that there is a definite trend in my photos. Winding roads, far off places, paths that can carry me from where I am to places I want to be both physically and psychologically. Then there are the photos that capture how small we are in the universe, that there is something so much greater out there. My photos are a paradox. Suffering from the blues almost chronically, I live in a gray, stagnant world. Looking over my photos, I realize I am always seeking the way out and a world full of color and beauty. I never thought photography could be therapy of sorts but as I was collecting some photos last night for a play portfolio, I recognized the recurring theme of reaching out and up, spiritual icons and bright splashes of color – the world I want to live in is on the other side of my lens and the only way I can get there is in captured snippets of time. Now I have to figure out how to get from this side of my lens over the rainbow.