I stumbled sideways into photography by way of another project that never got off the ground. I started testing out my camera in the garden and it just spiraled out of control. I don’t really know if I can explain why or how, but this scratches the same itch as wood-firing ceramics used to. The sort of nagging hope that you could figure out how to pluck something transient and beautiful out of a moment, and freeze it in time so you could admire it.

I get sucked in like a magpie to whatever I’m walking past. Even when I’m half asleep and trying to slough off a bout of insomnia by hiking up to the ridge, I’m taken by the drama and elegance of the sun coming up over the hills. Just sitting in people’s front yards, you get caught by flowers, or sometimes you’re excited for whatever is out rustling in the brambles hiding from you, and you’re sure its a quail, when a coyote wanders out onto the trail in front of you. Its all surprising, wild, intricate, elegant, mind boggling, and we get to see it with our own eyes when we’re lucky.