it seems that, perhaps, every two years or so, I amass a critical amount of fragmented experience that words do not suffice to describe; you may recall, for instance, 2014's, or maybe 2016's.  I've written some about the idea that photos are, perhaps, less of a capture of an image, and more of an attempt at a captured feeling, and so maybe it makes sense that when I don't have words to assign meaning to something, a collection of images goes in their place.

the following set of images, then, is a window on my world; all shot from a fleeting moment with my cell phone. they seem to join together for me in asking the question, “what's in here, and what's out there?” … as if “in here” and “out there” were separate things at all, as if one could be innately privileged over the other somehow.

they seem to ask more questions than I have answers.

please enjoy, for a split of an instant, a view into the moments and feelings that make up me.