February 7, thePhotoProject
As I write this, it is the last day of January 2025. I am in Buenos Aires. In two days I leave for London. I have been about 90% or better ignoring and not reading or watching any news. Times are bleak in the USA. Basic freedoms are being stripped away because they cost money, and money is better in the pockets of those that already have too much to know what to do with. The white man reigns supreme. Everyone of any tinge of color, or whose beliefs don’t coincide with a long haired ancient preacher who in his lifetime had just a handful of followers and who preached absolute humility and having no possessions, is being targeted. It is so sad that those who actually believe in humility and common decency are seen as elitists. I do not understand this world. And I am one of those fortunate ones who has seen a great deal of places, though in truth have barely scratched the surface. All I know for sure is that most places I have gone to are filled with beauty. And with good people. More and more I feel displaced. My country of birth feels nothing like a place I want to be. So I will continue to travel. Maybe I will never actually find a home again. Or maybe I am home. On earth.
2013 Arvada, Colorado
2014 Istanbul, Turkey
2015 Padua, Italy
2016 Venice, Italy
2017 Padua, Italy
2017 Padua, Italy
2018 Emmett, Idaho
2020 Padua, Italy
2018 Salvado, Brazil
2018 Salvador, Brazil
2022 Arvada, Colorado
2024 Pebble Beach, California
2024 Saratoga, California
