A creator who was no less — or more

than an expectant alchemist

who attempted to turn hope into currency

not distinct from the pennies deeply sleeping in the well

Sonnet to Sonogram

Jeff Franks — 1995

I never know what to write in these quasi-autobiographical pieces of screen estate. How about the truth, not the whole truth, but nothing but the truth. I have been a student, an amateur photographer, a poet, a soldier, an airborne ranger, took the off-ramp on the way to the Sergeants Major Academy, became a student again, a poet again, a software developer for Home Depot, a graduate student, a software developer for a software company, an independent software consultant for a lot of different companies, a professional photographer. So now I am a little like a guy named Clark Kent, except no super powers and no skin tight costume (believe me it's for the best); some days I code and some days I shoot... still working on the rest and enjoying the journey and I hope you are as well.

Wishing you the best life has to offer and encouraging you to take the time to be kind to someone you don't know.