Shadows enable me to remain photographically faithful to visual facts while loosening literalness, making for ambiguity.
Westerhausen, a German village, 2006
To make this exposure, I writhed under the kitchen table, annoying my hostess, whose hands making a salad are visible on the right. Her daughter looks on from the left.
Dylan Thomas on a good hair day?
Houston, TX, c, 2007
I see here someone scornful with a beard, scowl, frown, pointed ears, and a bald pate. How literal are Rorschach tests? Am I what I see (here), do I see what I am? What about play?
Houston, TX, c. 2007
Shadows here, together with what casts them, make for a network.
Houston, TX, c. 2007
May all your chairs melt so gracefully!
in a friend's Zen garden, Austin, TX, c. 2009
If shadows are included, I count eight arches (and a few bricks from a ninth) in this Greek Orthodox church building under construction.
Storrs, CT, c. 1995.
A print of this image provided a prisoner some mental recreation and solace.
Japanese Garden, Houston, TX, c. 2011
Houston, TX, 2008