I must admit that I miss the old darkroom days. Watching a print slowly rise as I swished it beneath the developing fluid, then rinsing and finally placing it in the fixing tray before drying.  THAT was photography.  Those crisp black and white images coming to life before my eyes to see if they matched what I imagined capturing with my camera. The digital technology, while more immediate, loses a lot in the least in the experience itself.   These days I can snap, edit and upload with comparatively little effort. It keeps my 'eye' sharp and serves as reference photos for my paintings.  These images freeze moments in time that called to me. Capturing them lets me hold them in my memory, and like fireflies in a jar, they delight and illuminate my experience of them . I post them here only as a sharing.