So, here I am, 65 years old, wondering what the end game will bring. Taking a hard look at myself in the camera, feeling the cold pain of my failures and the warm glow of the successes. Recently celebrated my 29th Anniversary with Sharon. Still not enough years to know her well, yet alone myself. Starting a new career in art and photography. Who knows?
Have been perusing your photography and reading accompanying comments. Think I’ve come to know you better than I might over cups of coffee, yet – as you might muse – wonder if I’d ever really know you. I’m somewhat intimidated by your confrontational non-confrontational approach. You confront life more front-on than I’d ever manage. I guess some feel shallow when confronted by life-as-it-reall-is for many on the street, those you manage to reveal to a larger extent than if they’d be known in years of getting to know. Your daily or sometime quest is a lonely but noble one.