The Liminal Lens: The Hidden Wisdom of Thresholds and Portals I didn’t set out to photograph thresholds. It just happened. What can I say, I have photographed thousands of doors which are all unique...Read More
There is a photo of me when I was about five years old standing on the roof of a car. I’m wearing nothing but a pair of underwear. No shirt. No shoes. My arms are stretched triumphantly towar...Read More
Time to Wake Up I didn’t set out to make a collection. It just happened the way most meaningful things do, accidentally, over time, without a plan. These are random screenshots from my phone....Read More
Everything is Coming Up Roses. June belongs to the roses. Full stop. Punctuated by original photo quotes. I wish we had smell-o-vision. Not just because they’re spilling over every fence righ...Read More
There’s a particular kind of door that stops you in your tracks. Not because it’s perfect, but because it isn’t. The paint worn down to bare wood at the edges. The handle smoothed by a thousand ...Read More