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My introduction into the realities of war began in 1988 while living and working in Guatemala & Nicaragua. After experiencing first-hand the brutality of war I choose to commit my life to documentary photography/videography and sharing this narrative through impactful storytelling. Below you will find a selection of photo essays from several of the regions this amazing 30+ year journey has taken me.
When looking through the lens of a camera, you’re ever so present to the details of one’s face: the, smiles and frowns; the wisdom and age that accompany the sunbaked wrinkles, and the depth of sorrow, joy, uncertainty, curiosity and oneness in the eyes.
People have often asked me if I feel a bit detached from the moment when shooting behind my lens. On the contrary, I feel I am able to connect at a very deep level with the people I am photographing. In fact, I try to shoot every shot with the intention that this one image will in fact speak a thousand words, that it will have the potential to move others to act.
Perhaps this action is as simple as becoming more compassionate towards the needs and desires of others, to be more open to different cultures and lifestyles. Maybe the act will be more pro-active, like joining a march for peace, participating in an act of civil resistance, phoning or visiting a member of Congress about a related issues; or as humanitarian as viewing others without prejudice, or preconceptions — to love all others as we would love a member of our family.
Maybe this is a lot to expect of a photo, but I feel just such an obligation to the person looking into the lens of my camera — into the depths of my soul.
Whether it’s the mother’s look of desperation as she holds her dying child in her arms, or the silent yet pervading cries that come from a child suffering from a mortar attack; perhaps it’s the wife mourning the loss of her husband killed by a bombing raid; the Afghan farmer who stepped on a landmine and has lifted his pant leg to show me his prosthetic — and his self-determination; or the child shoe-shiner on the streets of Basra, who has become the sole provider for his family. They have, for a split second, allowed me to capture a glimpse of their life — their beauty, suffering, joy, sorrow and hope — and to share it with others.
In some cultures, individuals believe that a photo has the potential of snatching away or holding captive their soul. The people I have met have thoroughly captivated my heart and soul.