living outside (stream of consciousness photography)

the field (deep green)

old new red truck

genie and the lamp

As Iraq tears itself apart overseas and our disfunctional House tries to destroy itself even further, all it seems I have are my cameras and my pitiful attempts to express myself with them. I don’t write of world events because I’m insensitive, it’s because they are so brutally overwhelming. And so I run and hide in my photography. What could I add to the discussion that hasn’t already been said by so many others?