Why I’m Writing This

A public journal of lived experience, observation, and the everyday moments that shape a life

This is a public journal. Not a soapbox. Not a brand. Not an attempt to convince anyone to think the way I do.

I’ve lived long enough to know that life doesn’t come at you in neat categories. It comes as experiences, accumulated over time, shaped by where you were, who you were with, and what you had to survive. This space exists to reflect on that.

Some of what I write will be personal. Some of it will touch politics, but always through lived experience, never slogans. I’m not interested in preaching or winning arguments. I’m interested in noticing things, sitting with them, and writing honestly about how they landed on me.

I spent time in the Navy. I spent roughly forty years on the road as a truck driver. I’ve been married to the same woman for forty-two years. I’ve seen quiet kindness, pointless cruelty, and the hard truth that the world doesn’t care whether you make it or not. Survival, dignity, and meaning are things you assemble yourself.

Photography will live here alongside words. Sometimes images will come first, sometimes stories. I’ve always believed pictures hold still what memory tries to blur, and stories give context to what images can’t say on their own.

If there’s a goal here, it’s simple:
To slow things down.
To notice the everyday instead of chasing the spectacular.
To offer something human, even when the subject is hard.

If a piece gives you a moment of recognition, a pause, or a small measure of comfort, that’s enough. If it makes you think without telling you what to think, even better.

This isn’t about having answers. It’s about paying attention.