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 thought about that for awhile, she tells me, and designed a banner that captures, in her mind, my world. I was so struck by the generosity of the gesture, and touched, too, by the elements she chose—a dancer, alone; a sun-flooded window; a suggestion (but not the blare) of book titles; and a tag—books, photos, poems—that in three words captures the is and does of this blog.

I share her artwork with you here. While I remain committed to the white space that serves as a frame for the photos I work against and toward, I also remain indebted to Kelsey for the energy and talent she brought to this.