A journey of discovery that started with fulfilling a need to be a better photographer. A need to learn more about Art, and in doing so, discovering a voice that needed expression in oil paint. And, in creating a journal to document that journey, another discovery as the writing of the journal led to a voice that needed expression through the writing of fiction. And in reading the words of others, finding the need arise to try to help, along with the need to be funny, sarcastic, obscene and kind. A journey of discovery, which has helped me find myself.
Damn. That was hard. It took days of mulling that word over to get to the point where I just gave up and decided to go with the flow. I was and am not happy with the notion of making that piece about me - but I got stuck there, like an old Ford in the mud. And I couldn't get out. So - there it is.
The picture, below, has a title with two meanings. It's my railroad car taken from the other end of the car - the end where the homeless person apparently has spent some time. I didn't know there had been anyone staying there until I walked into that end of the car - you can't see that stuff from the end that I first took the pictures from. As you know if you saw the earlier prints I published.