Who Am I, Again?

I often think that I must be a most-confounding blogger—too language steeped, too introspective to transcend the razzle of internet exchange. White is my canvas. The marriage of photography and idea, image and suggestion, color and word is the challenge I assert myself against.

Not, as my friend and dance teacher Jean says, an exercise designed to draw the masses.

Dear Kelsey Boeckermann has noticed, of late, how vanilla my blog seems, how still in a swirl-swell of fast-rising waves. She though