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Although my preference is to remain resaonably anonymous and let the galleries and blog commentary speak for themselves, people do ask, and so I offer the following observations as a means to unravel the deep mysteries of my existence. Let’s see . . . I’m younger than the pope (who isn’t?) but older than both of my cats combined. I’m trying to be a good vegetarian, but there are only so many ways to dress up tofu like a cheeseburger. I love my trail bike more than most of my family (no, this isn’t true, but I do love my trail bike a lot). I believe Ann Coulter is the spirit of General Jack D. Ripper reincarnated in a slinky black cocktail dress (yes, a mad transgendered spirit). Thunderstorms and warm, wet sand between my toes make me giddy. I want Tibet to be free, Pat Robertson to convert to Buddhism, and Scientology to appoint Tom Cruise as its ambassador to Venus (with John Travolta as the first alternate). I prefer to eat at dives and sleep in unusual positions. People can use Klondike bars to control me. I would only believe in God if he was Martin Scorsese, Quentin Tarantino, Tim Burton, or either one or both of the Coen Brothers. And I would only believe in heaven if Radiohead was the house band. I believe all people should have the right to marry and raise families, even conservative Christian Republicans. I love my Earth Mother and have the animal sacrifices to prove it. My dream escape is to spend a week in the desert building erotic stick figures at Burning Man (and then setting them on fire in a wild, orgiastic outburst). The two countries in the world that most intrigue me are Ireland and New Zealand. I recognize Guy Fieri’s hair as an architectural achievement on par with the Burj Dubai. The highlight of my week is watching Andrew Zimmern chomp down on beating frog hearts on Bizzare Foods. I listen to the music of Jean Sibelius when I want to escape from the world. I listen to Sigur Ros to conjure visions of pink narwhals. And I put on Cassandra Wilson when I need to feel jazzed-up sexy. Although I shy away from drugs and scrupulously avoid cigarettes, I counter-balance these healthy qualities with an unnatural affection for fine Jamaican rum. What else? I’ll read southern gothic until the liquored-up, guilt-ridden ghosts come home. And I regard Twitter as global conspiracy conceived by twelve-year old girl nerds to hog bandwidth with Bieber Fever chatter. I’m sure I missed a few points, but you can always reduce the mystery further by asking me . . .

So why do I blog?

From the moment I purchased my first Kodak digital camera with a scrawny 2 MP resolution over a decade ago, digital photography has been my obsession.  I view it as the ultimate enabler of immediate creative gratification, spontaneous art on the fly.  Nearly at the moment an image is captured, it can be shared with the world.  While I have enormous respect for film photographers and the art they patiently make in the darkroom, I’ve grown up with a generation that lives fast and desires instant gratification from every facet of life, including art.  Today, the photographic medium is pixelized, mobile and more accessible than ever before.  Through this blog, I desire to reflect on the highly dynamic world in which we live, moment by moment, pixel by pixel.  I desire to bring our amazing and endangered planet to life in thes pages, raw and unedited, exactly as it appeared when I snapped the image.  This is Raw Earth Galleries.