I love those moments when I fall asleep and begin to slip into a dream.  The point when I leave that dream behind and regain conscienceness, is equally inspirational to me.  If my dream is the equal to the making of a classic composition of a beautiful landscape, then the edges of that dream are the abstract qualities that come from deep within that same landscape.

The edges of light bring with them the most compelling moments in nature.   It’s when light patterns collide.  Dreaming at the edge, is the collision of thoughts and hidden feelings and is just as compelling.