Photo Essays Photography and narrative walking together.
Travel Writing You go without knowing what you’re looking for.
Poetry Where meaning outlasts the sentence.
01 Five Chapters
My Biography

Bay Ridge to Flâneur. Five chapters of flux.

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Nook Nook woven coir doormat
02 One Doormat
Nook Nook Mats
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03 Dánlann
The Poetry Machine
Thousands of years.  One wall.
Flâneur 718

Quito

Car-free Sunday in Quito — a kid in red catches air off his bicycle, the Basílica del Voto Nacional spires anchor the vanishing point
Ecuador Quito
South America 2015

Some cities take something.

Some return you differently.

The altitude got me.

So did the people.

A solitary man sits on a cobblestone hill street in Quito, colorful colonial buildings receding behind him
A busy Quito intersection — white colonial facade, a little girl being led through the crowd
A parade in the Quito plaza — blue-uniformed guards, spectators watching casually
Inside the Basílica del Voto Nacional tower — deep dark silhouette framing, stained glass red and blue, the Virgin on the hill visible through the stone tracery, the whole city spread below
A woman strides against a dramatic sky on the Quito páramo — city laid out in the valley behind her, Cotopaxi in the distance
A tight portrait on the Quito páramo — sunglasses and scarf pulled up against the wind, mountain ridge behind
Wide layered landscape on the páramo above Quito — woman in profile, the whole city visible in the valley far below, big clouds
A silhouette of a figure at the top of the grassy páramo ridge — golden grass foreground, half the frame is sky
Same páramo location, slightly different light — silhouette on ridge under diffused overcast sky
A figure climbing the grassy páramo path, back to camera, wind in hair, pale sky above
A person nearly hidden in the tall páramo grass — just a face peeking above. Quiet, almost disappeared.
Quito páramo, mountain landscape 2015