Personal explorations of faith

Distant galaxies effortlessly concealed by the light of day, often reveal themselves in the tranquility and darkness of night. So too, the faint, flickering souls of the inanimate occasionally unveil themselves to those prepared to see them.

Old souls that have chosen to inhabit the modern world.

Images from my own sacred places (I am oddly drawn to, and feel great peace in abandoned corners of urban infrastructure).

A short but tragic story.

Miscellaneous unfinished and, as yet, uncatagorized explorations and experiments.

With only very minor exception, all of my childhood images were lost when I relocated to the West Coast in 1981. These are a few survivors.

Images that found me during my several journeys to the Violethour.