The off angles, the things that you might not readily notice are the things that seem to appeal to me.
The glint of light that may be a rusting relic in the weeds.
I want to know it’s story.
The lines in the face of the weathered gentleman.The innocent joy of being a child. The unspoken communication between the dog, and his owner. The woman that finds her connection in dressing from a former century.They all draw me in.
I need to know their stories.
The sun sets, the crowd gathers to watch as it settles behind the hill. I am looking the other way, watching it’s last light fight the inevitable shadows.
A good photographer listens. Then manages to make that connection to something I cannot describe.It’s what the poet can write,turning words to dance. It’s what the sculptor removes from the marble block to reveal what she see.The numbers that speak to a mathematician.
My work range from those rusting relics I have shown throughout the West, being accepted into some of the finest and most exclusive shows in the country.
Special weddings, and portraits that become a performance.
This is still fun.
It’s my pleasure to share with you.