Photography is story telling through visual means. I use the camera to tell stories. I now use the computer to make the camera tell ever more interesting ideas, while the internet allows for this marriage - between the computer and the camera - to deliver such stories all over the world. I arrived at Crested Butte,Colorado at night. The sky was heavy with darkness in between the thunder bolts which reminded me of a flash coming from a gigantic camera in space. The Universe was taking pictures of itself at night. I have done that sometimes myself, but never during a rain storm. I think I will try that someday.


Friday the 13th
I wake up and the day is beautiful, it's sunny. I wonder why the Universe had not wanted to take its self portrait during the day.

At 9000 feet of elevation, I feel that my body doesn't want to be with me during this story telling festival that I've been invited to attend. My heart beats as if the police were chasing after me. I have a constant headache. I can hardly see under the intense light of the bright morning sun. I bring my body back to the hotel so it can rest, while I take my shadow out for a walk.