Boredom ceased the moment I picked up a camera. The simple act of seeing, or attempting to see things in a different way, continues to excite me after two decades of shooting.
I am still intrigued with one of the most basic elements of photography, light. Specifically, natural light, and more specifically, sunlight, is often my muse. I love the way sunlight gives energy and life to a gritty, urban scene comprised of hard, inanimate surfaces. Conversely, the way a harsh beam of light can toughen up a delicate nature scene sparks joy in me. Using light leaks and harsh beams of light as compositional elements is also delightful, I guess because I like breaking “photography rules” like using a lens hood to avoid light leaks so the excess light will not “ruin” the picture.
I also love making photographs for the memories they are able to contain. I am not positive if my first memories of life stem from looking through my mom’s photo albums of my childhood or if they were actual, real memories. Growing up, I watched my mom document our lives with a camera and I watched my grandpa do the same before her. I credit both of them for influencing me to take up photography.