To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.

William Blake
the beginning of "Auguries of Innocence"

On dewy summer mornings I love to find the drops of light that hold a world within. On hands and knees, soaked to the skin, I slowly search for the place where landscape, dew, and light are all in line.

It's a fleeting persuit, the drops are ephemeral and fade soon in the morning heat. The least little vibration can cause them to coalesce or tumble to the earth. The unseen heat of my hands creates a tiny change of weather that shakes the drops. I have to focus, pull my hand away from the lens, and then wait for the world to settle down.

When everything is right, when it all comes together, I can make an image that captures not a single view of beauty, but hundereds of different glimpses of the world.

Charles St. Charles