I’m not sure what I am; photographer, explorer, time traveler, not yet an artist but striving. I dream of leading that hardscrabble meager existence full of easels and paints and brushes in a back alley studio in the Latin Quarter where I do nothing but create. I dream of a life of adventure and travel and seeing every color in the world. I dream of the African Savanna, ice on a black beach in Iceland and splashes of colour in India. My head is full of things I want to see; Mt Everest from base camp, moonrise in Antarctica, a 57 Chevy crusing the streets of Havana. I may not be an artist just yet, but I am one hell of a dreamer.
The road; everything else is just waiting.