HABITAT
During my school years I would spend my time daydreaming in class about what I would do after the final bell rang. Upon returning home, instead of doing homework, I would immediately head to the nearby woods and river, to carry out those dreams of building forts and digging for treasure in old farm dumps. Little did I know I would at the age of 45, I would find my own habitat that would take me back to those days of dreaming and escaping from what most call the real world. Here for 20 years and hopefully for the rest of my life, I have found that place that keeps all of my creative processes at work. In this case, if beauty is only skin deep, I will enjoy the infinite miles of transparent skin. I share this with you.
