One Picture/One Paragraph : Saint Lucy

My favorite RUNNING images visualize a rhythm that I hope the viewer can hear too.

I found a dead goose on the beach a little after dark recently.

I once stole a grapefruit.

In the crackerjack world of default birthday parties

I sink my knees into the sand under the water, then push to the top and swim to shore.

A photograph doesn’t start with a blank canvas, but it does start with a full palette.

I am still stranded, hypnotized by this book, in that island.

I love nostalgia and beauty as much as I love brutal reality.

The more I look at this photograph, the more I try to decode the moment it preserves.