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It
 was twenty years ago today, On December 25, 1986, that I received my 
first camera, and unknowingly began this life-long journey. At the age 
of 17, my parents gave me a used Olympus OM-10 and a handful of film, to
 begin my exploration with. Weeks later I entered my first darkroom, and
 processed my first wet chemical print.
Since
 then I have custom built three darkrooms (with one, three and two 
enlargers in each respectively), and one digital “lightroom”. I have 
owned at least 25 cameras (small, medium and large format, and digital),
 and well over 50 lenses (not counting duplicate copies of the same 
lens), and almost a dozen tripods. I have lost one camera, light meter 
and a lens to a river, worn out (as in killed through excessive use) 
three Manfrotto tripods, and one digital SLR.
By
 rough estimate, I have made 70,000 film images (1,600 rolls of 35mm, 
1,400 rolls of 120, and more than 8,000 sheets of 4x5 and 8x10 film) and
 48,000 digital images (which after stitching make up about 22,000 
actual photographs), for a whopping total of over 118,000 images (the 
irony here is that the 70K film images were made over 18 years, and the 
48K digital were made over four years).
This does 
not include discarded film images (messed up in processing or 
incorrectly exposed), or deleted digital files (the 48,000 digital 
images were made on four cameras which collectively have made 147,000 
photographs, meaning I delete approximately two images for each one 
photograph I kept).
My 
photography has introduced me to some wonderful people, from my partner,
 Joy, to supporters, patrons and models. All of these people have helped
 shape and fill a world that revolves around the creation and 
celebration of beauty. I have been privileged to photograph some 
wonderful individuals, both on their own, and as part of couples, with 
friends and as siblings. I have been granted the gift of photographing 
one of my best friends through not just one, but two pregnancies. The 
reward of working as I do is not only the images I create, but the 
people involved in the process.
The
 years have not been without the negative, however. I have lost 
wonderful images through darkroom and computer errors, had an image 
stolen from an exhibition, and had permission to use a complete body of 
work revoked by a model who’s life changed in a way incompatible with 
her modeling history. Permission to use still other images was lost to 
the end of my first marriage, as part of the fallout of the end of the 
relationship. These are small prices to pay for the rewards that 
photography has brought me
Other
 sorrows are felt deeper, and have taken longer to work through. Five 
years ago, a friend and model took her own life, something which I have 
not spoken/written about before. Her passing shook all who knew her, and
 took much of the magic out of the images we’d made, until I realized 
her own troubles didn’t tarnish the beauty she created with me, and that
 the images she’d left behind celebrated her. I still think of her 
often, and can now look at her photograph and smile.
So
 the first two decades are complete. I still have much left to say, 
visually, and with luck and fortune, lots of time to say it all in.
 
 


















































