Ancient fragments of magic: the magnetic sacrament.
80 fantastic pages of messages from nowhere.
A Baby Boomer, I learned my craft in the days of Ben-Day Tape and silver-based photography, and when hallucinogenic drugs were new and special. I spent altogether too much time hunched over a drawing board, in the darkroom or staring at sunsets trying to understand them. Now I embrace digital photography like a long-lost lover.