I grew up in Hamburg, New York, where, thanks to my local public library and my 5-cent manila paper library card, I read works by authors ranging from Agatha Christie and Arthur C. Clarke to Charles Dickens and T. H. White.
After studying the Anglo-Saxons, Eastern thought, music appreciation, Chaucer, silent film, modern drama, and a smattering of English and American history, I graduated on a Saturday in 1983 from the University of Chicago with a bachelor of arts degree in English language and literature and not one idea about what to do or where to go on Monday.
By day I work as a manager of marketing communications. On weekends, I point an iPhone and a Nikon D7100 with image sensor spots at nature and natural elements when I can.
Most of all, I have the heart of an adventurer, the soul of a poet, and the body of the Pillsbury Doughboy.
— Diane Schirf
My life has been steeped in loneliness, Mr. Smithson. As if it has been been ordained that I shall never form a friendship with an equal, never inhabit my own home, never see the world except as the generality to which I must be the exception.
— The French Lieutenant’s Woman, John Fowles