Carol Wiebe

I was sitting on my front porch, a place that feeds my soul, and noticed that the grape leaves behind the rocking bench were casting beguiling patterns onto the cement. I scurried inside to grab my camera, because you never know when a cloud will position itself in such a way that the place you have set your heart on photographing is no longer in amenable light. Shadows thrill me: their graphic quality, the way they echo the “real thing,” their ability to simplify an object t