The sun hits my face and I close my eyes. The subtle warmth reminds me of a time when I was young, the sun bouncing off my youthful skin. I remember a time like this often...
I am a writer. And though I don't consider myself to be a fantastic one, I know I am an honest one.
I am a photographer. But I don't think I am one who makes incredibly original images. I am, however, one who creates honest photographs.
This is what I believe weaves a binding connection between us: not precise words and perfectly original imagery, but honesty and vulnerability.