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My first camera was a Christmas gift from my mother. I was four years old and the camera was a Fisher Price toy. The cube-shaped flash had pictures of animals and grinning clowns that rotated with each press of the shutter. When I was ten, my mother gave me a Kodak pocket camera. It was the shape of an ice cream bar and the negatives were roughly the size of a postage stamp. I spent my weekly allowance at the drugstore photo-mat to get pictures of my dog and the neighbors' flowers... before I picked them for further photographing as table arrangements. I don't steal flowers anymore, but I still like to view the world around me through a lens.
Benchmark moments and portraiture have always been attractive to me because people and ritual inspire me most. I'm curious about human habit and what constitutes meaning in a person's life. This is why I photograph weddings. |
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