Where are you from?
Originally from New Jersey,USA.
I’ve called Tucson, Arizona my home for the past eleven years. I fell in love with the desert Southwest during my first visit to New Mexico during my college years, and always planned to head out this way when the time was right. I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.
Why did you want to become a Photographer?
I’ve always been a very visual person. Color, pattern, texture, line and form- particularly those found in nature- have always intrigued me, and I’ve struggled to find the proper outlet and medium for my creative urges. The camera allows me to share my own sense of wonder with the viewer, to try to capture the awe I feel when truly in the moment. I’m often asked, “Is that how it really looked, or did you do something to it?” Quite simply, that is how it looked to me.
Why did you choose this particular shot to be your favorite photograph?
This image, “Morning Light at the North Barn,” is not necessarily my best image, but it is one of my favorites for a very important reason. My photographic journey essentially began in the Tetons. It was here, during my first visit to this majestic place, that I was struck by the need to capture and share the pure joy and awe I felt looking at these peaks. I spent four days furiously scouring the park taking pictures. Upon returning home I discovered that very few of them were any good, and even fewer conveyed what I felt in the moment. I was disappointed, but invigorated with an irresistible urge to learn all I could so that, one day, I would be able to share with a viewer the emotion and power of the moment. There is no greater reward than to see in a viewer’s eyes the same sense of wonder that I felt as the shutter clicked. I hope that I will long be able to continue this quest, to learn and grow, and to share more of nature’s glory with my friends.
Anything else you want to add?
Regarding the image itself, it was made with a long focal length lens to compress the entire scene and to force the Tetons to loom large over the barn. The morning was cool and quiet, a storm was threatening, the light diffused with slight warmth, enough to add the right dimension to the snow-covered peaks. A lone bison grazed near the barn. As I sat waiting for the best light, I was transported back to a time of pioneers, Mormon homesteaders who settled this harsh land, suffering long, frigid winters in a battle for survival, all the while blessed by beauty.