Frank A. Mills

Writer   Photographer


first photo

One of my first photos*

Being a curious wander with a questioning mind from birth, my eyes seek always what lays hidden, yet important. I’m always asking questions with an acute observation to the mysteries of life.


I am a gray sort of guy, gray hair and all that. It is not that my life is gray. No! It is vibrant and full of color. When I say I am a gray sort of guy it means that I am driven to explore those gray zones, that gray in-between that exists where the lines meet. This is where I want to live. I don’t don’t particularly like black or white thinking. I rail against that sort of thinking. Unlike many in our world, I do not cherish absolutes. For me, truth is not found in the absolutes, but in the gray.

What I seek to do with my writing, and even my photography, is to encourage us to question what we are told is absolute and to seek to observe and grapple with what might lie in those gray, in-between zones..

To do so, we must recognize that assumptions are culturally conditioned. I know for me, sometimes that’s quite hard to do. I must strive extra-hard to move beyond my own context to see contextually, that is, the true context of what I am observing, if I am ever going to be able to to observe the truth to be discovered in the gray zones.

My photography more than any thing else has caused me to come to realize that those gray zones are always shifting and with that shifting comes the realization that what may be truth for me at any present moment may change. Not because the truth is changing, but rather because my perspective is changing.

That excites me! Because in that, I am constantly growing as a human.

You can read more about what drives me as a photographer here. If you must have a bio, it’s here.

* Every photo has a back story. And while I do not remember exactly how old I was, I was still young, maybe fourth grade? Anyway, as it was the family tradition to take a nice long summer trip, this year trip was along Skyline Drive and the Blue Ridge Parkway from Baltimore to Cherokee, South Carolina. Somewhere along the road a rest stop became a necessity. On one such stop along the Skyline (I know that because that's what's written on the back of picture) I took this photo. I imagine with the old family Brownie Box Camera.

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