I gasped as I read, “There must be an inner light within me that recognizes beauty, as though the photographs are already inside of me, just waiting to be freed.” Although I experienced something similar when I drew what I saw on paper, and now as I put into words the stories that come to mind, I didn’t associate either drawing or writing with a “light within me that recognizes beauty”. How enlighteningly beautiful! It makes sense to me now that the photographs that we “take” become part of us. This supports my concern about actors who play the parts of horrid characters: what does that do to them? I laughed when I read your words, “creatively rest”. I just wrote about that in another discussion at this website. You can find my comment by clicking on my name. I can literally see why you enjoy photography so much as I look at the pictures you posted here. Beautiful. Thanks for sharing them, and for sharing your experience of “taking” them. I wonder what the story is behind the stacked stones.