What joy to stretch naked, feral, kissed by the sun and the whispering wind. Wide eyes caressed by the dance of seasons, soft skin shivered by snowflakes in secret shadows. The wilderness sings on every breath, always with a tale to tell.

A snapshot, a heartbeat captured and released in the stillness of pixels, perhaps a thousand words. I hope my photographs are open windows and share the playful spirit inspired by our natural world.
                                                                                                                        Tomass Hawke