As a child, I can remember the hours spent simply looking. All things were worthy of inspection. Even a pole, column, or wire would capture my entire focus and attention. Seen through such eyes, they would take on a sense of dignity, immediacy, and passion. The surrounding landscape would melt into a veiled mystery of color and motion. I would sit in awe, as if at the center of the universe.
This series of photographs is an attempt to recapture that sense of wonder.
Somewhere Called Home Published May 10, 2014
Il Palazzo Guglielmi Published August 07, 2010
Memoria Scaduta Published July 05, 2010
The Road to Pondicherry Published June 27, 2010
so much depends... Published June 09, 2010