It used to seem to me that places were permanent, people less so. My attachments to particular places anchor me in the world. I dream of screen doors flapping in old houses, mysterious blue cities seen from above, sycamore trees and roads made of brick. Whether these places are external or internal, I don't know. Exploring both with photography is the deepest pleasure. Follow my upcoming projects on Facebook or my New York City photography at Quintessential New York.