It's always been about what I could see...around the corner, up the street, behind a tree. When I was big enough to know that I could do it, I wanted to record it. First in crayons, next on canvas....and then I discovered magic. I saw an image suddenly appear on a blank page in a chemical bath. And amidst the fumes I was hooked.

My first real experience behind a camera got me grounded for life. My cousin had given my dad a really good camera I knew he would never use and a band was performing at my school. I "borrowed" the camera. I showed the photos to my watercolor teacher who shook his head, mumbled something about finding my medium and promised to talk to my folks about photography school. I begged him to keep my secret ("borrowing" was not appreciated in our household). Little did I know that the frontman for the band asked around school for "the photographer", gotten my number and had a little chat with my "Manager" about buying images. I got home to a rightous bust. No allowance, no phone, certainly no photography school...grounded for life.

Who wouldn't pursue it after that ?

So, here I am today. Chasing girls in white dresses on the best day of their life with the best guy in their life and loving every minute of it. I've gotten to spend my whole life doing what I love.

As for mom and dad? As far as they're concerned...still grounded for life!