Fragments of Memory

Every photograph is a slice of an instant.

Moments you live… some you remember, some you don’t.

We’re only witnesses.

What I can photograph is only as true as the instant passing before me.

As a witness, I don’t call myself a photographer – doubt I will ever do.

The term photographer contains a certain meaning I can only aspire to – this is a lifelong pursuit of images; I am constantly learning what I like.

This is one of my favorite frames lately.

As much as I can philosophize on the blurryness of the memory and the instant, I missed this shot and I won’t pretend otherwise.


Hope life catches you well,