Dony walks the Earth like Kung Fu, in search of truth, pondering the manna of the ages.
He doesn’t pretend to understand most of it.
Plays music. Loves music. Hits things with divine enthusiasm and shares what he’s absorbed to make joyful noises.
Takes photos of much that practically no one cares to notice. Satisfying that.
Writes all the time. Has no choice in the matter.
Loves his dogs…more than people. Is a damn fine cook! Revels in silence.
Dwells in the quiet to make as much noise as he can.