A long time ago, a good friend gave me his old K1000. He had been using it to display his dust collection and thought I might put it to better use. I did. It taught me as much as I taught myself. It very soon became my most important and indispensable accessory. I left home without it about as often as without pants. It became an extension of my creativity. It became my ink and paper. My paintbrush. My manifesto. My knock-knock joke.
These are a few scans thousands and thousands. Some old. Some new.
