About Me

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31deg29'26.87" N. 65deg50'11.93" E., Asia Minor, Azerbaijan
Everything that could possible happen between people happens during photography. It’s cool to see life thru a lens and play out on that stage over and over again. For me photography is a chance to peek in the human condition a little bit and see what makes people human and too see what makes them tick. It could be love, hate, stress, fear or anything for that matter but I have seen it through photography. I love it and I have to see that real burn out. If I saw photography as a job then I would get burnt out. I love to see a different way on how to understand people and even the relationships between people. Seeing so much beauty, emotion and action in photography made me open my eyes. Every day and ever place I walk I see something I can capture with a camera. I am always making notes and creating my own Rolodex of ideas. When I photograph, I document life happening before my eyes. It’s dynamic, fluid, and I must react to what’s happening before me to capture its essence. I love the problem solving and the hunt that comes along with photography.

Flowing Distant Fonts....

My morning/ evening draws its curtains down – I’m sitting here alone.
I pick up books. I put them down. I turn on the TV.
But it holds no joy, I turn it off. The stillness wraps ‘round me.
A restless longing fills me – as I shrug off descending gloom,
Then the flick of a simple switch invites the world into my room.
News, amusement, music, colours, movement, sound.
If anything exists out there, then this is where it’s found.
Joined by synthetic framework, beyond a changing screen,
A million fingers on a billion keys, yet faces go unseen.
Infinite silent voices chatting endless written streams,
Flowing fonts of black and white – hidden agendas, hidden dreams.
Mother boards, and silicon chips, software, megabytes,
A myriad of wires, connections conveying human rights.
Where parenthesis is smiling, but laughter goes unheard,
And tears are shed invisibly, fear and pain, with not a word.
And the legions of the lonely, the single and the bored,
Come worship at the altar where Microsoft is lord.
In the jungle, silent screaming, logging in and logging off,
I search for something real, something human, something lost,
And amidst the endless babble of humanity passing through,
In a break in the anonymous – a shift- and there is you.
A friendly voice in printed guise, a caring string of words.
The spelling is quite different but the message undeterred.
And pulsing through the cyber space I feel, not see, your smile,
Your energy reaches from beyond a screen to touch me for a while.
So strange that in this high tech world, where machines rule endlessly,
Across dark miles, a human heart can light a flame for me.