At Home Between Doorways
If the day can promise nothing but the colour grey, there's still a darkness coming, an evening welcoming, an orange glow to push back the monochrome. I feel at home between doorways, peering through windows, playing a stranger where I've lived for years. When I started stealing an image a day from the world around me, everything opened up. Ten years now, I've been making my adventure through the ordinary, my wander through the spectacular and spectacularly typical. It calls out, in rooms with no one but me. Someone is watching.

April 4, 2017
Beaconsfield, Nova Scotia