I love cemeteries, if anything for the peace and tranquility they bring us. They sing a night of countless stories, forgotten memories held in rows of memory and memorial. This is not a plot of land, this is a city.
A few weeks ago I swore off photography. I promised myself I wouldn’t publish any more bound photography volumes. So this the last chance to purchase my work, until I change my mind again.
I am pleased to announce the birth of daughter. I don’t know if I’m biased as her father, but she certainly is just lovely. She broke my heart. I’m very happy and content, and I’m looking forward to exploring the…