Chronicling wandering. Through photography.
Wandering can be therapeutic. Cathartic.
That magic capacity or desire to set out to walk, in an as-yet unknown direction, to an as-yet unknown endpoint, is one that I sincerely enjoy.
I do it not out of boredom, but out of a joy, a joy of being, of being somewhere, and of going somewhere.
I’ve wandered in places I’ve lived all my life, and in places that are completely new to me. And when I’m particularly fortuitous, I wander with a camera.