Photographs & Verse

Where light
meets language

In the city's loud machine, one bench, one breath, one figure— the leaves come down like quiet learning how to fall.

Selected Plates

Image & verse, paired

A photograph and a few lines of poetry, the way they were meant to be seen — together.

In the city's loud machine, one bench, one breath, one figure— the leaves come down like quiet learning how to fall.

Morning folds itself into the water's edge— a slow gold seam where night gives way.

From the Verse

On photographs, and the small forevers they make.

A small song for the hour before the light.

On the lake before the world wakes.

Stay Close

An occasional letter when a new photograph or poem finds its way out. No noise.