I’m quite comfortable with a camera. I like one that fits comfortably in my hand, hangs around my neck or on my shoulder - a close companion that will go wherever I go.

The camera lens lets me take in the world. Sometimes simply ‘looking at’, not ‘for’ is enough - the ‘for’ emerges of itself. At other times, I need words to order my perceptions of what I see, and various forms of photo essays emerge.

My camera’s capacity to focus my attention is both literal and figurative. Whatever I capture through the lens are raw images that stick in my mind. Returning to my images at the end of the day is to re-live and savour the nuances of those moments and then to interpret them. That’s when a captured image becomes an act of art-making.

I’m quite comfortable with a camera. I like one that fits comfortably in my hand, hangs around my neck or on my shoulder - a close companion that will go wherever I go.

The camera lens lets me take in the world. Sometimes simply ‘looking at’, not ‘for’ is enough - the ‘for’ emerges of itself. At other times, I need words to order my perceptions of what I see, and various forms of photo essays emerge.

My camera’s capacity to focus my attention is both literal and figurative. Whatever I capture through the lens are raw images that stick in my mind. Returning to my images at the end of the day is to re-live and savour the nuances of those moments and then to interpret them. That’s when a captured image becomes an act of art-making.