Ode to the Analog Age
Praise the newspaper tossed each morning by a boy on a bicycle, ink of newsprint, thinness of paper.
Praise phone booths where we waited in line and paid...
Which is to say, I miss you
Today everyone looks familiarunder the yellow ocher, autumn light.
This woman with the child.That older man resting on a...
The Descent of Discourse
Such conspicuous consumers, utilizingcalls and patterns, colors and scents,
faces and stances and gaits, sensitive tothe foggiest gesticulations, the slightest
seismic vibrations, we...
Winter Dream
Time ravishes the line, with glare of colorYou fashion a sky, scarring silenceMoon hoards the light
Scars of strangeLines fashioned into a druma sky...
"...these are the things that define a person, place and time and tell a story. These are the nuances of life that fade and disappear with the passing of time. These are the things I want to remember with photographs."
