Many people close to me don’t connect with my photos. My wife doesn’t. My father prefers pictures that look pleasant on a wall. My brother in law jokes that my work is for those who like ugly and broken streets. A cousin with whom I talk on a daily basis almost never likes anything I post. Strangely, the people who respond most are strangers. On my Instagram, I have a supportive audience that chooses to see this kind of work. I’m grateful for that.

I keep doing it because I like it. I like being out there walking through old neighborhoods. I like walls that carry time in their texture. I like buildings that hold memory. I want to photograph things as they are and let the wear and the light say what they will.

To photograph is to put on the same line of sight the head, the eye and the heart.” — Henri Cartier-Bresson

With infinite images around us, meaning is the hard part. My way is to slow down, notice, and keep faith with the scene in front of me. I’m not trying to prove a point or claim expertise. Sometimes it feels rough. If it speaks to a few people, that is enough. If it speaks only to me, that is still worth the walk.