After many years in the midwest—running a business and raising a family—I moved to Sedona, Arizona. For a person in their seventies, a change of venue is exciting and offers opportunities to explore with profound curiosity new people and places. Coupled with travel to far-away destinations, photography gives me pure joy as I commit to pictures of heightened sensitivity to the world around me.
Photography as a voluntary passion is a wonderful thing. I haven’t shown my work much but I wonder: when I am dead and gone, will my children peruse my work and find connection in it? Will they feel what I felt at the moment of capture? It’s not so much places and times I want to convey; it’s feelings. My feelings, the feelings of people I photograph and the cosmic energy of places and scenes that resonate with me.
So as not to be distracted, I’ve simplified my kit. These days it’s just a good rangefinder with a fixed lens. I move about not stealthily but also without looking like a goofy tourist. I always ask permission before taking someone’s picture. Often we don’t speak the same language yet there is real human connection in seeking their approval.
These are just words. I’d rather my pictures speak for themselves. After all, it’s the stories that are important—not the pixels.



