|  f I had to pick one place to spend the rest of my life, 
                          it would be here at Sparks Lake. It possesses so much 
                          beauty and diversity of landscape, flora, and fauna 
                          that it astounds me every time I go there. 
 I arrived at the lake on a warm July evening in 1992 
                          to scout photographs, hoping to create something special 
                          the next morning. As is often the case here, I was treated 
                          to a wonderful wildlife experience. I was walking back 
                          to camp at dusk and out on the tree scattered island, 
                          a deer scampered across my periphery only to be witnessed 
                          as a silhouette. I paused and questioned whether it 
                          was real or only imagined.
 
 The next morning I rose at 5:00 o’clock and devoured 
                          a hot breakfast. Still having not identified a subject 
                          to photograph, I set out along the shoreline with all 
                          my senses tuned to the possibility. Soon I came to an 
                          overlook and spotted some red-orange color below and 
                          beyond the point. I began feeling the sense of anticipation 
                          I get when something special is about to happen. I moved 
                          down to the lake shore and waded across to the lava 
                          island where the Columbine flowers awaited me. This 
                          was it, and the time was now!
 
 The sun had just peeked over the ridge line to the east 
                          bathing the scene in warm soft sunlight. I knew I had 
                          maybe 10 minutes to get set up and capture the image 
                          before the sunlight became too harsh. Would the wind 
                          blow and ripple the surface of the lake? I immediately 
                          switched from thinking to instinct. When I get my thinking 
                          mind out of the creative process and focus on, ‘how’ 
                          what I am seeing ‘feels’, my success rate 
                          rises dramatically. Before I knew it I had this beautiful 
                          composition locked in and began exposing film. After 
                          eight exposures, the air began to stir and the light 
                          became harsh. My door of opportunity had closed.
 
 Since creating ‘Life in Balance,’ one of 
                          my greatest joys has been to swim out to this island 
                          and sit among the wildflowers observing hummingbirds 
                          feed on the plants and chase each other while defending 
                          their territories. Truly heaven on earth.
 
 
  
 
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