Broader and higher than the ceiling above me is the Ansel Adams picture in front of me: black and white with realistic benefits of brighter sight. The possibilities are endless of changing a certain whatever, however, to depict what remains in the open world of shutterbug curiosity. Natural delight conflicts, in my struggle, with the system that cries: “maybe there is a God”. Winners and losers fight for their own outcomes and avoiding negative answers that will not print correctly might result in even handed justice. In any way the camera can find, there is always a share of perhaps.