After coming home from traveling, it often feels like the trip was just a lovely dream. I was never actually where I was, the things I experienced never really happened. Until I revisit my images: then each photo takes me rushing back and I relive the sights, the smells, the sounds, and the people. I … Continue reading Discovery

Dear Anonymous

When I was younger, I loved to snuggle into my parents' recliner and read my grandmother's antique, leather-bound book of poetry. I never met my grandmother; she passed away before I was born, but it seems I inherited her love of reading (and her stature). My dad was very protective of this book, and kept … Continue reading Dear Anonymous