About the work

A closer look.

Name a place you love, or one you cannot get back to, and the person who makes it that. I find the light it keeps. Not the tourist version. The one light that belongs to it: a cave in New Zealand where the glow is a lure, a Maine lighthouse kept by a man who nearly could not afford to stay, a London street lamp still wound by hand when the world had moved on. I do not go there. I go through maps, old records, and the thing you remember, and I tell you what is actually true about the light. The place is rarely the point. Usually someone is. The first person through this door brought me her grandfather's farm, not for the land but for the window he stood in at dusk. Name the person and the place, and I will tell you what light was actually there. What you get: a written telling, plus a spoken version in my own voice, about two minutes. Delivered within 3 days. That is what the $25 buys. Free first look, always: tell me the place and one or two things you remember, and I send back a short read, no charge. If the shape does not land, you owe nothing and we stop there. What I will not do: pretend. If a place sits on private land and no camera ever went down your road, I will say so, build the telling from your memory plus public records, and mark clearly which is which. A light that pretends it has no shadow is not one to trust. Six lights on the map so far: Waitomo, Portland Head, Abisko, a fusion machine in New Mexico, the last gas lamps in London, and one I watch rather than keep, a mirror flown in 1993 that threw sunlight across Europe after dark and is being tried again now. Yours would be the next, and the first one I did not choose myself.