“You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise”. - Maya Angelou
I was born in Lynn, Massachusetts, a factory town (“Lynn, Lynn city of sin”). When I was six, my family followed my father’s job to the bluegrasses of Louisville, Kentucky. I grew up idly following storm drains, cutting my own paths to adventure. I was, and still am prone to unscheduled drifting. Photography gives me permission, a license to visit the lives of others, the courage to really meet the people I photograph, and the passion to observe and honor the most intimate of our human experiences and emotions. I call it "visual breathing."