Traces


The caption says it best. All on a wall. I was headed to my car after having coffee with Kim of Glover Gardens. She happened to be passing through on her way from Bay St. Louis to Houston. After she went her way and I went mine I saw this art-driven store. I looked inContinue reading “Traces”

Traces


Sometime I make pictures of very mundane things. Like a footprint set in cement. I must have walked past it 20 times. I either didn’t see it, or it just didn’t register in my brain. One morning I saw it. Clearly. Because the light was lower and the footprint was cross lighted. I photographed itContinue reading “Traces”