I don’t know. These photographs all mean something to me, but I have no idea what. I don’t see the world with words, if I did, I’d be a writer. I always wanted to be a writer. Instead, I try to remember the moments of time by taking photos. I’m afraid that If I put words to my feelings about the world, the magic would disappear.
My dream? To just be able to drive and see new places, all the time, from country to country, and try to make sense of how and why things look the way they do. I like driving.