I’ve always had a passion for photography, always had this knack for seeing and capturing moments and landscapes; seeing a photograph in everything and anywhere. Everything about it has memorized me. The magic of being able to freeze a moment in time that will live on long after the moments past. Black and white film photography is my absolute favorite form of photography, the whole process of film and developing gives me an elated feeling of joy. Watching your image appear on a blank page and seeing the contrast you had to time just right is perfection, is hard to put an exact word on it; so lets just say it’s the best feeling.
As many times as I’ve thought about it, I couldn’t tell you exactly when the obsession started. I mean, I guess you could say it really started to develop when I was 13… I lost my father unexpectedly, the obsession continued to grow until again at 31 I lost my step father (Dad). With my step father I had time with him, though it didn’t make it easier and wasn’t by any means much, I made sure that with what time I had left with him to capture as much as I possibly could; so needless to say I was constantly with my camera capturing our last three weeks with him. All of those moments and years I had were now photographs that I will forever have,. As the years go by and life sets in it gets harder to think of a memory on the spot, for my photographs help to bring not only the memory back; but, for just the moment, it brings my Dad back.

My Dad with my youngest son, his “Bestest Buddy” in the last week of his battle with cancer.

I took this photo for a my college film photography class.
