Musings

During my career I constantly let go of cameras, computers and such. Sometimes I wish I had kept my Hasselblads or at least my 4x5 camera that was a finely crafted field camera made of cherry wood. Not that I would want to still use them, but to keep them as sculpture or as a reminder of the days when…

I didn’t realize your hair had changed. So, I went back to look at the recent photos I just took and found these that I hadn’t processed. So many lovely moments. I feel rather fortunate (as opposed to lucky) to be a photographic artist. I can make images that will constantly remind me of friends like you. It’s like I…

Birthdays are weird. When I younger I used to wonder what I would be when I grew up. I spent much of my youth dazed and confused, even my time at Hunter/Miller. At a certain point I realized I was grown up and this was my life. The next phase was working on getting my act together. The pieces all…

I am glad you picked up on my emotional bookmark comment. I feel very strongly about that. I can distinctly remember making most of my images, or what was going on at the time or what someone’s story was. Each image transports me back to that moment, like a bookmark to a passage in a book. It’s a pretty cool…