Thank you, Jackie. I never quite know what to say in these introductions, so I'll let the facts do the talking. Forty years ago I picked up a camera, and the camera has refused to let me go since. Like most amateurs, we've had our spats. Long silences, brief reunions, the usual choreography of an on and off love affair. Then five years ago, a burglar settled the matter for us. He walked off with everything I owned. Every body, every lens, decades of patient collecting, all of it analog and mostly bought secondhand. I won't bore you with the list. Let's just say he could have opened a small shop and held the grand opening by Saturday. Oddly enough, I owe him a thank you. The insurance money arrived looking slightly bewildered, and I decided to spend it on something entirely new. Out went the medium and large format gear. In came a micro four thirds kit, and with it a spark I thought had gone cold years ago. I won't call the thief an angel (angels rarely wear balaclavas), but he did me a favor he will never know about. As for what I like to photograph, I am drawn to nature and to the small ordinary things that turn briefly poetic when you look at them long enough. I have a soft spot for impressionist blurs and happy accidents, and I am always willing to try a technique I have no business attempting. Above all, I try not to take any of this too seriously. It is only a hobby after all, and hobbies are meant to grin back.