. . . so within these pages you may see photographic traces from album leaves, torn and frayed, falling out broken windows and scattered in the wind, febrile distractions of black and white abstractions, apparitions uncanny or benign, manifestations directly from nature, also gazing out to you in frames of rocks from Alona Bay, ancient rocks from north of Superior, remnants of Typha calligraphy, cattails against the snow, and calla blooms, some fresh, some faded, torn and frayed, thrown out open windows onto streets or lawns, brief apparitions of passing blooming moments soon lost like all the others we gather and treasure . . .