MichaelAnazasi

I never liked the thought of deer hunting. I can only imagine the pain of large caliber projectile entering my body while I’m grazing away on a meal of French fries. Imagine a hot sultry day on the Carnian Plain as I stalk a feeding carnivore with my Nikon. The distinction between meat eater and being eaten for my meat is subtle. Depends on what is on the other side of that ridge.

At this point in my life, I am looking back at the things I didn’t do. A woman I didn’t date in high school, a book I didn’t read, a path I veered from or a person I didn’t say hello to. Exploring what others see is one way of making up for that.

Literally and figuratively, I want to touch a star. To accomplish that, I would have to travel to another star system. Oh, the things I would see on the way…