My Dad was the family historian either taking photos or creating home movies. I recall him looking at his prints sometimes with a puzzled look on his face and other times eager to show us what he captured. He was self-taught, reading a manual written in a language he didn’t quite understand and a lot of trial and error. While spending time with images my father captured, I began to see a part of him that I never really knew. I found myself wondering how the images I create today may mean more than I could ever imagine.
Color, art and shadows inspire me. Through photography I let go of the logical part of myself and seek the gray. It balances me. Welcome to my space.