Hi! Im a guy. With a camera. Sometimes, I Take snapshots. Then I think a little, aim a little, frame a little, squint a little, and Take a photograph. Sometimes, my snapshots are art. When my daughter cuts them up and uses them in her collage. Sometimes, my I think my photographs could be art. Because people think I should print them. But some think that photographs cannot be art, unless they were hand-coloured. Dont know their position on spilled paint. Im a beginner. Ive clicked various shutters for forty plus years. One of these days, Ill learn enough to ask the questions. For now, I think about the questions to ask, and then about whos smart enough to answer. Sometime, the answers to the questions I have not asked come On a sunray on the window, or on the buzz of a bees wings on a flower. Sometimes, the answer comes on the lips of a smiling child, who didnt say a word. Sometimes, it is the breeze moving the leaves away so that we can see deeply inside. And sometimes, there are no answers. Just unspoken questions hanging in the air, waiting to be discovered.