I was born in Chicago and moved with my family near Gary, Indiana, when I was ten years old. We lived in a boundary region between heavy industry and open farm country. As a child, I explored the creeks and ravines of northwest Indiana. As a young man, I worked in the steel mills, where I met my future wife, Sandy. While I attended Purdue University, Sandy attended the University of Chicago. We married upon graduation and moved to Purdue University, where we continued on with grad school and started our family. After finishing there we said goodbye to our friends and moved with our two young boys to Athens, Ohio, where I was employed as a professor of mathematics.

We moved into the old farmhouse long ago. In the years following we grew gardens, raised fruit trees and hiked through the wildlife area adjoining our property. Our boys grew into strong men and went their ways, leaving us with the memory of the natural world we shared as a family. That included the wildflowers growing in odd places, some so tiny they could fit on a pinky nail. During the warm seasons I capture their images when the air falls still and the light is gentle.

Eventually the water leaves the flowers and travels, carrying memories of life. Some of it freezes in caves, and then those memories are locked in place for a few days. If you are clever enough, you can see them.

Sandy and I still live in the farmhouse.