
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

Commute

Sleepers, Awake

Pausing on a Landing

The Way of the Traveler

December Sunset

Two people who will not meet

The History of Solitude [var: Yellow Apron]

Silhouette

Life in Venice

View from the Accademia Bridge/1












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
Commute
Sleepers, Awake
Pausing on a Landing
The Way of the Traveler
December Sunset
Two people who will not meet
The History of Solitude [var: Yellow Apron]
Silhouette
Life in Venice
View from the Accademia Bridge/1