I end up in a place I didn’t expect when I pick up my camera, despite endless planning. Photography reminds me to be joyous when nothing goes the way I anticipated. Joyous. Tossing out the frustration of mistakes and embracing the surprises and still doing all the planning the next time anyway, just because that’s the way I roll.
So much in an image that I can’t control. So much magic that derives from the combination of this mechanical recording tool and whatever attracts my eye. When I am making images I am more present than at any other time: a thrill runs up my spine, like a runner’s high, as I move about, arrange my subject, study the light, fire the shutter and relentlessly pursue the best I am capable of, whatever the results.