Memory caught in the absence of time. The semblance of essence portrayed eternally so. In stillness the picture waits, disconnected from life’s breath, and passes from memory into the immemorial of history.I sought to capture the real, immortalizing what’s not mine. I thought to possess this moment, to claim it as my own. The picture … Continue reading Picture


From out of our mouths is a creation that names the world. Born upon our life’s breath, words emerge from our lips with the same energy first manifested when the world was new. We speak, we make. So it is with these words of ours. Words, born in love or hate, joy or pain. Words, … Continue reading Words