My job? My work? My hope? To make people see the magic of this world. To make them stop and stare and smell the smallest bud on a wild rose. To make them ache to take a deep breathe after a fresh rain in a forest of cedar and pine. To make them want, hope, try, persevere, fight for, conserve, respect, embrace, love deeply, this wild world around us. That is my hope, my want. This place is magic. This sunset is living proof, a painting in the sky, a sight for a sore heart, a weak at the knees, jaw dropping act of magic and light and dispersion of light particles and the bending of energy. A little miracle. And it happens every night for us to witness and applaud and think: how lucky am I to have eyes that soak up sky-pigments and breathe fresh pine air? My camera makes me brave, fills me with wonder and respect. We don’t have a planet b. We just get this one big floating rock in space, and I don’t know about you, but I think it’s worth something, worth saving.