Age twelve my grandmother bought me a bicycle, to go to school.
I borrowed my parent’s box camera and cycled of.
The world opened up.
I have been on the move ever since.
Looking around.
Going places.
Seeing the land.
Watching the land.
Observing the land.
Onwards and upwards.
Considering the land.
Studying the land.
Perceiving the land.
It is an addiction; some would say a vocation.
It is not a choice; it is a life long compulsion.
To photograph the land, trying to understand how our environment shapes us and in return how we shape our environment.
Age fifty-six and I haven’t gotten of that bike yet!
Still Looking.
Still watching.
Still seeing.
Dignity in the landscape.
My biggest fear is not seeing any longer!
Being metaphorically blind.
Unnerving.
A work in progress!
