One of the things I love to do it take photos out of windows, car windows, plane windows, building windows. As you pass over or through the outback in the Northern Territory, the landscape has powerful markers of water, wind, sand and stone. Folded rocks mark the passage of time since the earth was young.

I think my heart has folded, marking the sentinel events in my life, like the folded rocks record geological highlights. As we age, the folds of life are written not just on our faces, but also in our hearts. Neither good, nor bad, these folds keep secrets tucked out of sight and love anchored