As the great cacophony of noise seeps into every part of daily life, taking photographs is my mute button. It is a meditative practice I value more each time I venture out into the world.
Most people tell me my photographs are short stories of silence, and solitude. This is not my intention, but it usually turns out this way.
Wandering through cities, I settle into a simple rhythm of discovering subjects who, in my mind's eye and ear, live in a noiseless space, if even for an instant.
Figures Against an Orange Wall
The Subtlety of Curves
Pausing on a Landing
The Way of the Traveler
Two people who will not meet
Sunday afternoon in a museum/Paris
The History of Solitude [var: Yellow Apron]
Life in Venice
View from the Accademia Bridge/1