I remember the first time I flew. Late bloomer. I was fifteen the first time I was lifted off the ground beyond a leg’s leap and I had a window seat. The engine roar, the movement of a plane carrying us and the impossible to understand metaphysics that went into flying. Without blinks, I took […]
memoir
The Long View
As a child, I knew that I would someday pick up photography as a hobby. I never envisioned myself as a photographer – always a writer – but there was something about the power that a photograph can hold. The way you can view a photo from a time that you don’t remember as a […]