About Me.Let's go back 35 years. My dad was always taking pictures. My earliest memories of my father are of him behind the camera. As a kid in camp, I had the choice of a number of electives. I chose photography, because, well, that's what my dad did. My love of photography has only grown from there.
On a trek through Europe, I couldn't help but notice all of the beautiful things that surrounded me. I wanted to capture every moment we experienced. From that point on, I have always seen the world in images. My children. Life. The simplicity of nature. We often struggle to find words to do justice to the beauty that surrounds us. My pictures are my words. |