Today I wanted to present something somewhat a bit different then what I usually post here. It is my birthday and I only feel that my life has come into its own. When I read about the incident in Washington, DC and the harassment of Nathan Phillips, the media described him as an elderly Vietnam veteran of 64 years of age. You see, I am 62 years old today. If someone described me as elderly, I think I would slap that mouth. I have a 9 year old son, a beautiful wife, a great family, and feel that so much of life is still ahead of me.
Photography is the gift that keeps giving. Through it, I have made and continue to make many wonderful relationships. I know my work is not for everyone. For me, my work is my truth, my expression. It is my gift to those who look, who see, who want to share what is in the world at a deeper level then what is on the surface.
I can remember as a little boy how great it would to be buried like a pharaoh, or set to sea on a burning ship like a Viking warrior when I pass. How over the years that has changed. Now, my imagination runs towards being shot into space in a capsule that just fits my body. With just a small window for my eyes. To travel far into the universe for eons and eons. Or possibly burn up like a shooting star for all to see.