My first memories of photography as a boy was sitting in my father’s darkroom. I distinctly remember the glow of the red and orange lights, and the smell of the processing chemicals, negatives being washed and developed. Skills of a trade that have changed so dramatically in my lifetime. I wish that I had paid closer attention to my father’s craft.
It was not until years after my father had passed, that I took an interest in photography. At first I would photograph anything that caught my eye. I had no real skill, but I loved to shoot. Over the last 20 years, I have been honing my craft as a self taught photographer. I continue to learn each and every day. So I can bring you my best work as a photographer.