I am obsessed with the landscape of a single moment. In recent years, because of a dire need more then a luxurious want, I have been exploring meditation and the hard science of the mind. Here too, the principle comes front and center. There is nothing else to do. That is it’s magic- the camera. Capturing a moment in time. I’m pretty sure we were never supposed to do that. But when we do, we are, all of us involved, magicians.

I have a rough fascination with the idea of connect and disconnect. There is love here, though it often seems to be just out of reach. These are images of an outsider peeking in, (mostly me, but hopefully you too). And there we all are- poking around a sometimes dark underground. There is something very real in this.

I like to shoot as organically as possible. In Costa Rica I swam to my chest and held my Pentax like a rifle. I prefer to work directly with my clients- embarking on a common adventure. Like many of the artists I admire here- I prefer to work with found objects. In my case it is the light. In the Hudson Valley, the light is like butter on a warm day.

I discovered my first Pentax at a flea market in Hell’s Kitchen. Encouraged by a fellow traveler in Amsterdam to document my stories, I handed over a twenty dollar bill. On the first roll, a shot of a horse on a moving carousel in Bryant Park, struck me. I didn’t want to touch it. It was complete. All the hours I have spent editing my creative work. Photography is instantaneous. For me, that is mostly the point.