Christopher writes:
Sometimes the sublime can be found in ordinary things and places. For this photograph, I noticed a piece of rose quartz that sat on a windowsill. Night had stolen its color, but not its shape. Outside, the moon had risen. I wanted to capture the quartz and the moon together. The paring of these rocks creates a feeling that is akin to something holy and reverential. Other times, I pass objects without seeing them. I suppose it is the same for us all.

Christopher Woods is the author of a prose collection, Under a Riverbed Sky, and a collection of stage monologues for actors, Heart Speak. His plays have been produced in many places, including Chicago, Los Angeles, and New York. He lives in Houston and in Chappell Hill, Texas, with his wife, Linda, and their Golden retriever, River. He has conducted writing workshops at The Women's Institute of Houston for many years, and has also had stories published in Volume 1 Issue 2 and Volume 2 Issue 4 of Cezanne's Carrot. Photography is a new vocation for him.