I am a wanderer; the camera, my silent consort, wanders with me. Neither one whole without the other; aimlessly we drift from one fascination to the next. My feet follow a path as if it has been predestined, yet it has not. Maps are of no consequence. Signs fade into the world. Getting lost is the reward I seek.

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I capture telling glimpses, tiny revelations worn by the people and places I roam. I seek out these brief moments in an attempt to remind myself, as they drift from experience to fleeting memory, of the journey, of my wandering.



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