Harry Chapin had a song about a dry cleaner from Ohio who loved to sing but sadly failed to make it as a professional. He came home from his debut in New York and never sang again except in private. The song’s closing lines tell us that “music was his life, it was not his livelihood, and it made him feel so happy, it made him feel so good. And he sang from his heart, and he sang from his soul. And he did not know how well he sang, it just made him whole.”
Well, photography is not my life nor my livelihood, but I do enjoy it. I don’t know how well I do it, but I enjoy trying.
The following albums have no theme and show no specialty. I just take my cameras places and shoot what I find interesting.