I'm hard to describe and my interests are complicated. I'm a trained botanist by schooling swearing that I'd never be caught behind a desk. Yet I'm a senior IT manager by trade- surrounded by monitors doing just that. I love epic journeys through the ocean on sailboats, week-long forays into largely forgotten back-country mountains and rivers. However, I am deeply in love with the sights and sounds of the city and turn my head like a small child watching a fire truck as I pass by graffiti art that I admire. I grew up in the late 80's, early 90's punk scene in central Jersey and now, without my shaved head and piercings I look like a boy scout. Combat boots and leather jackets- not anymore. But there's still a love of sweaty mosh pits, hand stamps, stage diving, and hard music that is deep inside.
I'm a pilot. I love flying. I used to draw technical and highly detailed pictures of World War II planes. Even my ideal of female beauty came from bomber girl pin-up paintings on those planes. You can see that in my photography. I grew up down the street from an airport which I rode my bike to as a child and later drove to as a teenager just to watch the planes take off and land. The first thing I did when I got my first paycheck in the real world was drive to the airport for flight training.
I say all of this because it paints a picture that comes through in my photography. If you look through my work, you will see cityscapes, landscapes, graffiti, sailboats, and people. I have a lot of images I still have yet to upload as I'm new to this site.
People are new to me as a photographic medium. Most of my pictures centered on landscapes and nature. However, I've always been a people watcher. Something changed a few months back while on a photography walk with a good friend of mine. It was in the first minute we ascended from the subway. I stood there and saw a blond woman sitting at a table in a slightly faded blue dress at a small park in NYC. Something about that moment struck me and I took a quick picture of her. I felt like I had stolen something from my memory that only I saw. It was my moment- the way I saw it. Yes, it was her moment too, but I framed it in a way that made me want to ask, "what was she writing?" I don’t know how to describe it any more than that, but it changed me as a photographer. I walked a little further and saw this elderly black man wearing all white, sauntering down the street. What was his story? Was he a grandfather, a musician, a former 70’s radical? I took his picture.
We walked to Times Square. A very pretty woman was standing around and her boyfriend was taking pictures of her here and there. It was obvious that her boyfriend couldn’t get enough shots of her. At one point, she stood in the middle of the street in Times Square hands on her hips, total attitude, sort of protesting him asking her to just stay there for one more second just before traffic started to move. But it was more than that- she loved it. She loved the attention of the crowd watching her, of her boyfriend and his jealous friends standing there as he clicked away. I took a picture of her standing in the street as well. It was at that moment that I realized something else. It is the dance between a model and her photographer. Each giving and taking, each making art together, each giving a little bit away from themselves. And the dance that they have with the person that views the picture. Can we ever see one that is perfect? The photograph is a lie and the truth at the same time. It is finding that one window of beauty or interest in a dizzying array of amazing, normal, boring, or even broken. What I love most about photography is finding that moment and capturing it.