Today this scramble amuses me, from this fastpitch nature you get the slips and dwells of inconsistent adventure. Travels and smiles, geared toward deep investigation and appreation of the quiet lives in the land. To be there with fistfulls of the dirt. The sun in the eyes of the moment. The world as big as it is in such a small place. Of course a constant level of understanding can never be maintained, but a focus can be achieved. Revered to feared, but always appreciated. The elegance of time on everything, the changes in the earth and in the seconds of interaction, a calm sea or eruptions. The photographs are my proof of time. My indentation is my proof of my own existence. How would a stone feel if it didn't ripple? And what joy it could bring. Smiles are so important. Frowns have also impact. I eat it up.

More photos are soon to be seen, as the travels bounce to a internet i can compute with.