I'm waiting on the light to change.

Although more than two decades have passed, not a day goes by that I don't wonder how things could and should be different for the many children like Lydia who fall through the cracks because they are misdiagnosed, mistreated, or simply misunderstood.

I persisted in my ordinary Course of Living and Business , though with severe Incommodement , and daily Aggravations from Cold

...this image of pure light forms (through a pull-focus) into an image of a snow-covered field, in the middle of which is a mother holding her two sons.