I live in a big city but grew up in a small town.

There, people constantly filtered through our front door as if it was located

perhaps on some major trade route.

Maybe in one sense it was, things were indeed exchanged,

dropped off, picked up, borrowed, given, shared.

I learned many unexpected things from those who chose to stop in.

Here I would hope the same to happen.

Under articles you will find some of the things I write,

The photo essays are of places I have recently traveled and done research,

and it is at the kitchen table where I hope to sit and chat with my guests.

Welcome