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 thing for the most part, though sad at times, knowing that person is gone or that place has changed and you can never go back there. But another way to look at it is my photos are like little visual breadcrumbs that trace the journey of my life.
