Growing up in Virginia one of the many rules in my parents home was “Do not touch your Fathers camera” As I got older, I would cut the neighbors grass to buy disposable Kodak cameras and to pay for development. By the time I was in my 20’s digital cameras were available and I never looked back. 

I was traveling the west documenting life along the way. Both eyes open soaking in the light. A fly on the wall watching it all. I’ve been told “stop taking pictures of me” more than I’ve heard I love you. 

After a while I moved back to Virginia and continued the work. So much had changed. Brutalism replaced by modern. Farms morphed into suburbs. Big box stores, big box data centers. Nothing lasts forever, a constant theme in my photos. 

Film photography taught me the process of patience. Imagine my surprise when I finally got Dad’s camera.