I started STILL twelve years ago as a one-year creative challenge for myself.
From the start, the rules were simple and explicit: found Nature, minimally manipulated, photographed in natural light, on a white background, every day. No location off-limits. No natural subject too small or too ordinary. Urban alleyways, riparian wilderness paths, my backyard. Obscure prairie wild flowers, jewel-winged dragonflies, broken-necked sparrows at the base of glass doors. Those were the rules. I would follow them every day.
But before the year ended, the project had caught too much attention to stop. And ...
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