...and how blessed are all those in whom you live, whose lives become roads you travel: They wind through lonesome valleys, come upon brooks, discover cool springs and pools brimming with rain !
God-traveled, these roads curve up the
mountain, and at the last turn - Zion ! God in full view.

(Psalm 84 v3)

 
bridges in the sky

•contact & agents
•about me
•web design
•friends
 
 
the art series limited edition handprints
•the poetic landscape•
a selection of artists portraits
•architecte urbain•
 
 

•the man on the street••
freelance images and shots from the journey

•the message tree•
a collection of poetry and photos

 
a house is a prosaic physical fact - here for a season, gone the next - but a home is an enduring, untamed love... only fools talk in seasons...

photographic arts