Photography took a back seat to fighting for sheer personal survival in a toxic environment that can only be compared to Dante's City of Dis. I survived, and continue to heal. The joy of art is much on my mind. At Halloween, I attended a Manhattan workshop with Mary Ellen Mark and some very, very talented photographers. One young man was stupendous with black and white film weddings and candids. Old school skill and creativity of youth combined to make it inspirational. Although shooting time has been limited, my review of previous years' works shows some promise if I can get printing under control. Spring seems far away yet, but the calendar shows a steady march in that direction.
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