A creative journey starts with a fragile seedling; delicate and vulnerable.  By reaching up to feel the warmth of the sun it can grow.  At the same time it becomes exposed.  The same sun that allows it to synthesize the dirt into nutrients for growth can kill it.  You are my sun and I am yours.  Through encouragement and criticism we can help each-other grow.  But first we have to reach out.  This page is a tribute to all that have made that initial decision!  You have my respect and admiration.

 

    Two photos will kick this page off.  Let them be symbols.  The flowers: that’s what it’s about--growth.   The sleeping passenger is waiting.  That is not what it’s about.  He’s been waiting so long for a train that he fell asleep!  Let’s help him out:  “Wake up man!  You’ve missed so many trains already!  Wake up because we’re here to help you get where your going!”