In the frozen calm of a mid-winter dawn, after mounting my camera on the tripod and getting all my gear ready, I walk briskly across my driveway and into the southwest corner of the yard. I set up, compose the shot with the available space provided by my 28mm Nikon lens, and calculate my exposure. I have to be right; this is the last shot on the role and I do not have another on me. Thus, I wait until I feel myself in the current of the "flow", until I know I am in that space I have always been when I make a material photographic image of the ethereal imagination I have in my mind, and then, cable release in hand, I take the shot with the breath held fast in my lungs.