Cooling off on a hot summer day during a fishing trip in Quebec, Canada. The trees in the upper right corner and behind the swimmer is where our camp was located. An island on a big lake in the middle of nowhere. You couldn’t ask for more.
A photographer who was born in a coal chute; to a mother who was literally squatting over it, in rural West Virginia. He managed to stave off black lung while splitting firewood in the backwoods of Kentucky for a four fingered accountant and Veteran of WWII. After dodging improvised explosive devices and periodic mortar/small arms fire in a far away land; he now whiles away his time digging in the Colorado dirt, occasionally finding the strength to raise his lazy hand to snap a picture or two.