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So long ago that dreams and memories have become difficult to distinguish, my love of photography began in a darkened room pierced by a beam of light, my father at the helm of the Kodak carousel projector. Initiation into that sacred suburban rite — the slide show — planted a tiny, tenacious idea that survives even now after thousands of revisions:
Photography can bring back wonder, knowledge, and emotion from journeys to any frontier.
Years later I carried mother's beautiful Leica M3 around campus and reveled in the analog alchemy of watching my images slowly emerge from trays of liquid developer. I still believed in those journeys. I still hoped to return with a roll of Pan X film capturing some gnosis unavailable in ordinary life. University, art school, and many pilgrimages- physical and chemical - followed.
My journeys are farther afield now, and this site is a message in a bottle thrown into the cyber sea.
Unfurl a few of the messages inside.
— pc, 2026