An unknown author once stated, "To a mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders". Many times I ask myself, what is the philosophy behind my urge to stop time and for just one fraction of a second capture it and freeze that moment in a photograph? Why do I get the feeling that my camera is an extension of myself? Is it just a means of expression, or maybe a way to record time? Is it because I simply love it, or maybe because I want to uniquely capture the world around me, sharing the love of art and leaving something behind when I am not there anymore ?
I have had gallery exhibits and published a photo-essay.