A vendor’s rack of sombreros at Lake Patzcuaro, sap oozing from a pruned vine in the early morning chill, a rusted metal sign in a boatyard along the Sonoma coast. A door, or is it a door?
This is my quest: to discover the Illusion, the reflection, the bare truth; to see the beauty, the irony, the puzzle.
And always, the detail. I also write fiction, and for me writing and photography are both about capturing the detail.