This one snuck up on me. I taught myself how to operate a camera for filmmaking, but found myself increasingly drawn to still photography, trying to understand light and movement enough to take hold of those small, incredibly fleeting moments. It was just me, what was in front of me, and the camera. The pursuit was liberating, and it broke something open in me. Photography became an act of love, a memory of this second with my son or this bit of shadow. It’s subtlety and texture has been the most difficult to capture, but so rewarding as to demand the attempt.
