I have made a living for the past twenty eight years by selling my prints at art fairs and as a licensed San Francisco street artist. After graduating college with a BA in English, I traveled widely for many years, a pattern continued from being raised an army brat. I wrote and published poetry, while paying the bills working as a printer. Landing in San Francisco in 1972, I hosted weekly poetry readings for several years at the Rose & Thistle pub on California Street, where I enjoyed the comradery of a literary group. I also became a street artist just when the San Francisco program began, and still hold the oldest active license. I sold self-made jewelry, but eventually, after my poetry muse took a powder, I bought a camera and taught myself the basics. I had always migrated from the literature to the photography stacks in bookstores, and greatly admired the mostly European street shooters, especially Kertesz, Brassaļ, Koudelka, Cartier-Bresson, and Americans Harry Callahan and Eugene Smith. I trained my eye by closely studying the photographs of these masters. For many years I made and sold B&W silver-gelatin prints. I converted to digital seven years ago and never looked back. The learning curve has been exhilarating, and I enjoy photography more that ever, especially since it is now possible for me to produce archival-quality prints that last longer than most traditional emulsion prints. Ten years ago I moved to Willits, a lively small town north of San Francisco. Though early in my career I showed in galleries, I gave that up because the money was not good and I needed more independence. I can’t show you a long list of credits, because, as you see from the above, I did it my way.