When observing nature, I am often reminded of The Wizard Of Oz and the way the twister randomly selects lives, homes and possessions to rampage. I see my pictures come together, as Dorothy sees remnants of her life, through the broken window of her spinning home. In the great scheme of things, I sense the indifference of nature to the plight of man. It bears no love or hate, it is simply violent and powerful one moment, serene and beautiful the next.