Snow white, p.4.

I discovered that I’m less afraid of winter if I’m armed with my camera.


Give me a sign.

Inspiration can show up in unlikely places.

Forest impressions.

Safety first.

I’m starting to believe that photography is not only helping me become more observant of my immediate surroundings, but also that the camera is a kind of self-awareness/subconscious-exploration tool.

I didn’t realize it until I sat down to sort the photos at my computer, but during a walk the other morning, a curiously high proportion of the pictures I made included some sort of railing or safety barrier. They didn’t feel right to me until they were converted to black-and-white images. And I was strangely drawn to the popped nails of a boardwalk beam torn from its post.

I might have some analyzing to do…