Deep Within The Himalyans;
Remote Villages and Monasteries,
Houses Hanging Off Cliffs
and Secret Passage Ways.

Death Passed Me By.
Turning,
I Chased Death,
But She Was Too Quiet,
Too Swift, And Not Looking For Me.
Not Yet, Anyway.

Their Souls Now Rest,
In Sancutuary,
In Refuge, With Buddha!

Proof Sheet

Proof:
A Substantiation of Time

Contact:
A Validation of Thought

Connectedness of Humanness:
Through The Lens of The Looking Glass

Revelations of My Mind

Photographic Prints:
Witnesses of Time

Cogent Evidence?
Maybe, Once, A long Time Ago, Perhaps?
Yet, Not Now, Not Anymore!

A Boy Running . . .

A Dimly Lit Interior . . .
Two Rocking chairs, and Plastic Sunflowers.

The Lonely Dog . . .
Hoping For A Scrap Of Pork;
The Living, The Half Living, And The Dead.

Another Boy and His Sea Urchins . . .

And Lorenzo . . .
Who Showed Me Pictures Of His Mexican Wife,
Told Me How He Once Escaped His Island Paradise,
Yet, Returned To Sea,
To See His Ailing Mother,
Before She Passed.

Proof:
We Once Were . . .

Proof:
We Are . . .