"The master in the art of living makes little distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his information and his recreation, his love and his religion. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence at whatever he does, leaving others to decide whether he is working or playing. To him, he is always doing both." --Zen Buddhist
These words do more than merely describe my outlook on the path I've chosen in life, they explain it in a way I never could. Photography is my one true passion and has been for many years. At an early age I was drawn to it and wherever I went, my trusty camera went along. After graduating high school I went to work full-time for an electronics company while saving for college. I intended to continue my education in the field of television production and enrolled in community college to work off those beloved gen-ed credits. Yearning for a creative outlet, I took on several photography courses believing, at the time, it was the next best thing to television production. It was then I realized that what I had yearned for all along was the still image and not the moving picture. A photograph leaves much open to interpretation; it is what the viewer wills it to be. It can carry us off to a distant place, far from the distractions of our daily routine and struggles, or take us back to a moment in time bringing to the surface, once again, thoughts and emotions long buried in our memory. It is a link to the past, a view of the present, and a gift to the future. Simply stated, where words fail a picture says it all.