Tales of a Drifter

As a young man I spent many years drifting this USA, mostly the Northwest, but I have stories to tell about every corner. I was a good guy, but drugs and bad choices often landed me in bad situations. I've hidden from the cops in the Great Dismal Swamp of North Carolina, hopped trains along the Great Lakes and walked dry creek runs of the Mojave Desert. I didn't have anything: a few changes of clothes stuffed in a duffle bag but I always tried to carry a sketchbook and a set of pencils; later I carried a camera and a journal. As you can imagine, I've put together quite the collection of images and stories.