Knowing Was A Temptation. What You Don't

Snowman Wakes Before Dawn.

There's Always Something To Occupy The Inquiring Mind.

Publishing A Book Is Like Stuffing A Note Into A Bottle And Hurling It Into The Sea. Some Bottles Drown, Some Come Safe To Land, Where The Notes Are Read And Then Possibly Cherished, Or Else Misinterpreted, Or Else Understood All Too Well By Those Who Hate The Message. You Never Know Who Your Readers Might Be.

The Act Of Making A Photograph Is Less A Question Of What Is Being Looked At Than How.

But I Began Then To Think Of Time As Having A Shape, Something You Could See, Like A Series Of Liquid Transparencies, One Laid On Top Of Another.