I’ve had requests to see more of my images of Peru, especially those in the book. You can get a view of the book images by watching this slide show: If you like what you see here – please consider buying the book to help me support the children of Peru. To read more about the book please go to the “Visions of Peru” Book page. SharePopularity:...

This book has been an idea in my head for a year and a half. I’ve already told the story of my journey to Peru and my experiences there, previously on this blog. What I want to convey here is the reason for making this book and why I want as many people as possible to buy it and pass the word along to everyone they know to help me reach my goal of raising $10,000 or more for the children of Peru. If you believe in helping others,...

Impoverished In your thin scruffiness, black and white against sand and stone, I think of your well-groomed, fattened relatives guarding luxury in North America, as you guard for the hand in the south, that feeds you, no matter how sparse, the dry bone. - Sandra Mooney-Ellerbeck Old Woman old woman on your face lies a gift of fields stories unfold in the pleated furrows and long tales spill across the white fence of your smile ...

Young Girl you are the definition of endurance standing firm against the backdrop of your native country and I am the same wedged between the busy streets and avenues of my own we are no different really, you and I your eyes a watercolor of secrets tracking survival from the dusty grounds pulling in a wish, inventing a dream that might save you while my own secrets flock to my eyes from the weathered places I track daily a lost mother, a...

I have collaborated with writers in the past, and recently two poets that I know were inspired to write about some of my images captured in Peru. So without any extra fanfare, here are the first two. Hands of Time The toil of your life is carried in your hands in the earth stains upon and under your fingernails as much as in the thinning gold wedding ring around your wrinkled finger. Your hands in their tired silence upon your lap go...