I began reading La Nausée (Nausea) by Jean-Paul Sartre the other day. For lack of a better word, it is wonderful. I recommend books quite sparingly to others, but I cannot keep this one to myself. I recently listened to Jean-Paul discuss his works in a video interview.. it took him 30 years to realise that the secrets found in literature are not at all separate from the reality in which we live. A reality that never ceases to surprise.

Yesterday was quite nice. I went on a short wander around the neighborhood with my camera. Tucked behind an unkept evergreen that suburban society would deem unacceptable, I discovered the frozen remains of a small garden with lawn chairs and a few tools up against a shed. I do enjoying photographing people, but I will continue trying to capture the mystical stories behind hidden gardens and other such locations scattered all across this Earth.

Fingers are crossed. I may be heading off to West Africa in June.

i really like this photograph:


some of my photographs: