While rummaging through endless folders of old and new photographs, I’ve come to notice something interesting about the work laid out before you –  people are missing. 

From a photographical stand point, and especially in this day in age, it’s been very difficult to photograph people being people, in their natural, daily, setting. 

I’ve seen so many beautiful, and even gruesome things happen before my eyes. 

For some, I’ve actually been able to capture that split second where I’d be humbly present to whatever intimate moment I’d just been “allowed” to witness, while others, will remain a special part of my heart and private collection. 

Nonetheless, like waves crashing at the shore, there is a permanent exchange between the photographer and his/her “subject”. We “paint” the story on our eye lids, and somehow, the final shot becomes a part of our own inner being… only seen through the small dark opening of our pupils…and sometimes, we share the images with the world.