I am so intrigued by doorways. But honestly, I am more intrigued by what lies behind them.
At the Cleveland Airport, I was trying to decide between sandwiches or "Chinese". The Manchu Wok man excitedly beckons me to look remarking, "I see you."
Our lives and the lives of others will always be caught between the struggle for war and peace, victory and surrender.
Towards where are these figures marching, without arms, without heads, without souls to inhabit them?
If you were with me, we would've been the only two souls in the park. Instead I was alone, with the waves and the lighthouses nearby on the lake and the broken clouds above.
For nearly three years, I ran, explored, dreamed, imagined in and around this house.