How to Art – The Photographer

“Everyday at a quarter past three I open up a can of tuna and set it on the table. I cut two thick slices of bread that has already begun to stale and put them on a white china plate already set out on the table, and slide it next to the can of tuna.…

The Road to Worthing

I’m finding the futility of life oddly poetic today, given the most recent acts of violence in Dallas. Carved into the hard grain of reality is a word that people seldom know how to pronounce: accountability. Whether we are directly affected by events or not is moot. We are all in some way accountable because…

Days of Art – The Art of Growing Art

I’m a street photographer at my core, so what do flowers have to do with shooting street, you might ask? For me the definition between a street photographer and a photographer are marginal, and so it becomes more a question of shooting technique than it is about style or genre. Life is unfolding and happening…