bookmark_borderSolitude on Lake Lucerne, July – 2019

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July 11, 2019 – Lucerne, Switzerland

I noticed all the boats said, “License not Req.” so I handed some money to the young man behind the counter of a small shed and after a brief exchange where he told me that I was to be charged by the hour, I climbed into a boat. It was a small boat with only one real seat for the captain, and a plank that could have fit two people side by side. I think a life jacket was tossed in along with me… but I don’t remember wearing one.

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bookmark_borderMorning Fog in the Soccer Field, 2022

The fog was cloud-thick as the man and his dog ventured out into oblivion. You couldn’t see the cars, but the hiss as they passed by found them in the field. Honking shadows glided down from the sky, their scattered calls organizing a shrouded gathering.

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bookmark_borderIntroducing Picture Poems: #1 Young Meadow

I’m beginning a project called Picture Poems. Simply put, it’s a way to collect, gather, and present small groups of images.

    Picture Poems is inspired by an assignment I struggled with when I was in college. The assignment was to make a single image that acted as a poem.* I’m pretty sure I failed miserably, but then again, I never was a good student. Since then, I’ve constantly been striving to discover the poetic elements and potential of images. Is it possible to make an image that feels wet, not merely by showing something that is wet? How about softness or delicacy? Is it an image of a light touch on the arm? Or is it an image of something the viewer knows the sensation of? Can images convey the same meanings if they don’t show anything easily identifiable?

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bookmark_borderWed. 23 March 2022 – New Orleans

I’ve been back in New Jersey for over three weeks now. Of course, I miss New Orleans. I miss the new friends I made while I was there. The friends I’ve had to check in with after the news of yesterday’s tornado. As someone who prefers calm, I miss the energy. As someone who prefers quiet, I miss the noise. As someone who prefers the fresh air of nature, I even miss the onslaught of questionable aromas wafting about me. I miss the food.

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