More Art

It takes a beginning to end and ending, and in the end, there’ll be even more.

I’m older, communicating sparsely, and meeting life with my senses. A photo darkroom lets me feel twenty all over again because I met it while young.

I decided to stand awkwardly with a camera. My subject matter sits within what’s available to everyone.

If art is a luxury, is grace? A life of courteous goodwill is a gift, and we’ll soon have no clue that we lack understanding until we do.