Living Photographs.

I look back across the graveyard of mistakes I’ve made and find myself in a garden of lessons I’ve learned. Here, I have cultivated an abundance of self love. Years of reflecting and searching and then a quiet acceptance. The inner pool is calm and beautiful. There exists serenity and peace. Love everlasting.

Each time I photograph somebody, I give them a piece of myself. A piece of my peace that I have found in trying to see the world as God intended. Yes, the artistry is there. The compositions, color corrections, the queues and poses. But underneath it I try to mask myself. To show up unarmed.

The lens of a camera can be intimidating, and many of us can stiffen up, or shift our resonance slightly as soon as we know we are being photographed. And through taking pictures of thousands of people I’ve found way to do it. A magician never reveals his trick, but I believe that in the moment and in the future I will take very worthwhile photographs.

I will capture moments of people’s lives that they will get to keep forever. I hope that after I pass I am able to leave something behind. Something grand, and beautiful. Vast as the open sea and serene like a valley between the mountains.

Take a breath of fresh air.

Stay warm my friends,
DC