RAMBLINGS

I been handed the baton of my own personal history. My whole life has been documented (mostly by my dad) — who am I to give up now, not everyone is given this gift. I have the resources, skills, knowledge, support and inclination to preserve life (preferably on paper) — my efforts are always appreciated, even by family and friends who are not driven to the same extremes...

For me, and for most of its existence, photography has been about preserving something fleeting — light as it is at a moment in time... Would we find William Henry Fox Talbot turning in his grave if he knew the abandons with which we now scatter our captured rays?

I admit, I too am careless with the shots I take, one hit wonders designed to service my immediate purpose, be it communication (with those distant in being but brought close by technology) or notation (despite the numerous writing instruments I carry with me at all times). I am trying to be more conservative and mindful (pardon the self-help buzzword) of the photographs I make. At one time every frame was made at great expense, today the cost for most people is negligible — we don’t need to wait until relatives die so they can sit still enough for t...

“Photography could reach eternity though the moment.”

— Henri Cartier-Bresson

"Of all these things they wanted a permanent record; they wanted to stop the fleeing events of the moment, and treasure them as long as they lived, and hand them down for the advantage and pleasure of those who came after them."

– Sir Benjamin Stone (1890)