Juan de Fuca
Tides are as fun to watch as fire. This sequence is lightweighttrivial feels like a promissory note, or down payment for a thousand more such moments. more, unperturbed by less. Like the harlequin drakes dis- and re-appearing in the chop. To minimize heartbreak, this is the way I’ve ended up looking at all of my photographs. I expect a great deal, but somehow can’t manage to be all that disappointed when I don’t get it. But are they representative of all that came before, or are they simply some minor adjustment for what may come after?