Everyday is worth a shot
I’m a California son currently living in Portland, OR.
I was curious about photography long before it became a significant part of my life. My mother was always taking pictures, and I clearly recollect long waits for developed film and prints in Fotomat drive-thrus what seemed like everyday after school. Both of my parents enjoyed handing out disposable cameras around the holidays, and from the very beginning my photos depicted seemingly insignificant stuff, things like my grandfather’s loafers under a glass coffee table, a discarded ribbon, something like a hand reaching for a glass.
I started shooting Kodachrome with Super-8 cameras in my early twenties. Around that time I also began taking the occasional still with a girlfriend’s Rollei 35 while on road trips across the country. We went to a lot of museums back then, and I recall thinking photography could be really interesting for the first while staring at Eggleston’s freezer picture at the High in Atlanta, GA. Still, I hesitated to start shooting on a regular basis.
My reluctance to shoot more than periodically ended several years later when a friend walked me through developing film in my apartment kitchen. I was kinda mesmerized with the process, and I’ve been shooting a few hundred rolls a year since. I’m still intrigued by the same things I was interested in while shooting disposables as a kid, the everyday, the mundane, just about anything. I’ve now shown work to the public through published photo-essays and galleries. Interested parties can view select images online at the link below.