I don’t really recall when my love of photography began. Long before I remember wanting to be a “photographer” I remember having cameras around, starting with my mothers various Kodak snapshot cameras. Somewhere in the early 80’s I saved up and bought the camera my dad suggested, a Pentax MX. I loved that camera. It followed me through High School, the Navy and college. At no point during that time do I remember saying I was going to be a professional photographer but I seem to have been pretty attached to my camera.

Long story short, I became a professional photographer. I dropped out of college in my senior year with one class left for my eligibility to take the MCAT (the exam to get into medical school). I was addicted to photography and didn’t want to waste another day on something that would not further my goal.

Photography has since then been my source for the three F’s. Fame, fortune and fun.

Unfortunately you never seem to be able to get all three at the same time. Still, it’s a great life.

The fun part is high on my list. For a significant time in the middle of my career I forgot about that and I ended up with a job I liked a lot but I wasn’t having as much fun as I had when beginning.

Enter street photography. It became my escape. It was a way to not concern myself with anything but the camera in hand and the random moments that happened around me.

I found that as I looked at the photos together over time, they reflected how I see the world. It was (and still is) fascinating. It was and is cathartic.

Street photography was my version of fishing with three obvious differences, less beer, more exercise and nothing died or suffered at my hand. It began to inform a lot of my paid work and I became happier doing it.

A camera in hand seems to always make my mood lift in the rare occasions I’m a bit off. Whether or not its street or paid. I was meant to have a camera in hand.

Look around and enjoy the site. Contact me if you have questions. Bonne journée!”