a thousand words
Or so they say.
To those who know me, I have an extensive collection of tattoos. Each tattoo reflects a personal story, belief, and/or value in my life. There are some that are easy to talk about, while others are in a safe, with no key, that house memories from another era.
They were selected not for the consumption of others but entirely for me as an outward expression of what was percolating internally.
The same could be said about the subjects I choose to photograph.
I carry my camera as an extension of my heart. An extension of my thoughts.
And as a form of meditation.
Slowly observing the now. Intentionally pursuing. Quietly listening.
And maybe each shot reads like prose revealing who I am to others.
Or maybe it reads like a confession only to me.