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 35MM SLR. I slung it over my shoulder like a war correspondent and earned a collection of every classmate’s middle finger. Since then, I’ve shot nature, mill villages, boxing and MMA events, and snapped, printed, matted, and framed a decade of high school students before my film Nikons went digital. In some cases, those photos are all we have left of lives cut short.
Today, I still take photos, mostly of two things–things that bring me joy or things overlooked. The simplest things are often the most beautiful. At least, that’s what I’ve found.
Please enjoy my photography.