Solitude. Alone. Quirkiness. Humor. Thoughts that go through my mind often.

Photographs of a single element.  What was a single elment? I found that it could be a  single object (say, as a sieve hanging on the wall), a single dominant color (a red teapot on a red stove), or even single idea)like a lost glove placed optimistically on a tree branch). 

Each photograph is a short visual poem. Each stands on its own but also in conversation with all the others.