Perhaps before beginning, I should admit I am not a photographer and would not in my wildest dreams consider myself deserving of such a title. I am simply learning—a seemingly infinite task—to read light, to notice the many tiny nuances of nature's grace, to fill my mind with every tiny detail laid before me, to bathe in the elements and record them on film. Here in Aveyron, France, with its deep valleys and gorges, wild rivers, and untouched forest of chestnut and ancient oak, I have discovered an endless paradise of ever-changing light and dark. Aveyron is considered by many to be La France Profonde, the heart and soul of France, and thousands of nature’s secrets are waiting in this enchanted land. I was, and still am, daily and joyfully captivated! When I finally upgraded from analogue to digital photography, many years after most people, I felt like a child with a new toy. The ability to capture every slanted light hidden in shadow, detail of weather, diversity of shape, and the changing colour of each season glancing and dancing across steeply sloped hills became a compulsive game of visual poetry with no end.