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I couldn’t color between the lines like the rest of the kids. So, when I was five or six, I got a Kodak Instamatic camera, film, and flash cubes. I took photos of cats, my siblings, barns, and gravestones. Most have a thumb in the corner.

In middle school, I took my dad’s Pentax SLR.  I slung it over my shoulder like a war correspondent and created the largest collection of “Leave me alone!” middle fingers known to man. Since then, I’ve shot New England mills, nature, boxing matches and martial arts tournaments, and a generation of high school students. In some cases, those photos are all we have left of lives cut short.

Today, I look for simple things overlooked.  The simplest things are often the most beautiful. At least, that’s what I’ve found.

Please enjoy my photography.