Iíve always loved art. When I was younger, I would spend hours in the library looking through big, beautiful art books. I didnít have any inclination or talent to draw or paint, but I loved reading about artists and their art. It wasnít long until I picked up my first photography book and I was hooked. When I came across books on photojournalism, I knew immediately that this was for me. I was captivated by the stark black and white photographs of people and places. These simple images captured the pure essence of time and place. Moments in history were being preserved forever. Photojournalists could make a real difference in the world.
Years later, I landed a job on a newspaper and wrote about people and events and took the photographs. I worked at many different newspapers for more than 20 years. It was the best job in the world. After, I turned in my ďpress pass,Ē I worked as a wedding and portrait photographer. Weddings are very similar to news stories. So many special, candid moments unfolding throughout the day. But, after a few years, I realized it wasnít for me. I had changed. I was seeing life differently. The world was not black and white anymore, but colorful - full of shapes, textures, light and shadows.
Early morning light dancing on tree boughs, mystical designs of rocks and the motion of water stir my soul. I love exploring seafaring town and old ports, watching battered old lobster boats heading out to sea hours before sunrise, the lonely sound of foghorns, mist settling over marshes at low tide and the silent beauty of a winter beach.
I consider myself more of a visual artist then a photographer. My camera is a lovely tool, like a paint brush or a sculptorís hammer and chisel, that enables me to tell my story and share my moment. A photograph keeps forever what life runs away with.