scratch and sniff
Herein, the majority of readers will find the subject matter of this foundering journal of photography and essays so much irksomely wide-open muddle. Nonetheless, this doodly scratch pad of archives represents sort of a labor of tough love and as such it arguably behooves me to extend a warmish welcome to all decent folk visiting for the first time who would choose to subject themselves to the pain and suffering of attempting to read anything I’ve written. The Pacific Northwest is the place I call home after immigrating from Lake Michigan country, decades ago. I’ve toiled variously here and there: From a dying Oregon lumber mill to a shelter for homeless families to lawn mowing for the neighborhood deadbeat landlord. In my spare time I enjoy a good rumpus with my children, exploring the Cascade and Olympic mountain ranges, books, photography, gardening and eating lots of cookies.