If I make claim to anything, it’s to being both a poet and a photographer of place.
This boils down to the value of human exchange, which is, I suspect, near the heart of art in general.
What distinguishes art viewed online from the stuff hanging on walls?
As much as I complain about the cold, I love winter’s light coming through the windows each morning.
I firmly believe that the effort to escape from boredom leads the human mind to all forms of creative thinking.
