Spring. When the weather changes. When the wind starts to change direction. When the storms blow in from a different direction. When even peaceful skies turn dramatic. Some people go north to chase this kind of light. Me? I just wait for it. It’ll come. If it doesn’t come today. It’ll come tomorrow.
Published by Ray Laskowitz
I am a visual storyteller. I've been making pictures for some 40 years. I travel the world in search of the right image. in the right light at the right time. You can reach me by phone at 505.280.4686, or by email at Ray@Laskowitzpicturess.com or Pictures34@me.com. For a quick look at my work please go to www.laskowitzpictures.com. View more posts