The Storied Ones

I've been selective. Looking for specific photos — the storied ones. Pushing myself to publish visual contexts that my readers can sink into or, perhaps, use to fall away from themselves. I hope to get others to begin questioning my perceptions. I've noted various attempts to decipher me through the items I choose to pay close attention to. I feel we've engaged each other. Nice.

So on to — the undersized street food hawker; a homeless man attempting some strange form of calisthenics; a woman contemplating her past potential; the aging shirtless dude with luminescent chest hair meticulously bagging his afternoon reads. A chess game of paradoxes.