Artist: 

I call myself an artist: (and why not?): like all (most all) children: encouraged by a parent, a sibling, a friend or teacher: to pick up a crayon, a pencil a paint brush. 

So these are my artistic lines and circles: and yes: the more I look at them, the more I am proud of my abilities: with the pencil, the paintbrush, the crayon.

Writer:

It’s said everyone has a novel in them to write. (Although I don’t recall being told that). I call myself a writer, (and why not?) Words can come easy to some and difficult to others. The trick is to put them down on paper (or on a screen ) in an order that others can understand, and then read, altogether having a start, a middle and an end. I am proud of the words I have written - both as poetry and short stories. Yes: the more I read them: I discover they’re just a bunch of words that mean nothing. Yet they are my words.

Collector:

I believe from birth we all (most all) become a collector. I have been a collector. (and why not?) 

We have all collected simple things as children: then throughout our years into adulthood.

Photographer:

Like everyone (almost everyone) who owns a camera: can call themselves a photographer. I call myself a photographer: (and why not? ) We can all take a picture of a pretty flower, a pretty girl or boy: there is an endless array of objects. So these are my photos. Simple, unusual ,exciting - taken from front, rear, straight, or at irregular angles: some taken close up, some from afar. Yes: the more I look at them, the more I am proud of my ability with my camera.