"My father was guiding me, my heart was pounding-- it was a picture of a bumble bee on a thistle blossom.”  I was nine when I took that first photograph. I remember the excitement of learning the basics of printing from my father.  I have vivid memories of warm summer nights doing prints with the safe light over the kitchen sink.

I am endlessly fascinated by the textures and patterns that I see in nature and the way light plays on them.  I find the perfection that one sees in patterns and objects, in spite of the odds of their being so, very exciting.  Add to this the nuances of struggle, aging, growth, color, irregularity, and abstraction, and you have described the source of my photographic attention.

 

"I think it is important that we don’t take ourselves too seriously.  After all, there is a place for whimsy, humor, and just plain fun.  And this is just too much fun to pass up."