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.

To find sleep...




















Edge…grit…cut…thoughts
grinding memories to dust in the angled spaces of a mind worn too thin to sleep.
—Shape… face…deliberation…

thoughts of the perceptions of the should haves, the would haves, the did’s and did not’s,
trying to find closure but failing to find sleep.
—Building…creating…making…thoughts

creating thoughts, on thoughts of creating, but generating little in the way of sleep.
—Speed…thrill…pace…

thoughts fill a head of slow ideas with schemes of catching their faster tails in a mind racing past sleep.
—Longing… arousal… sigh…

thoughts sensing feelings, trying to understanding emotions, of actions from efforts, of a mind too filled with everything to sleep.
—Glitter…refract…shatter…

thoughts in a kaleidoscope of colour, map a fractal landscape in a mind fragmenting through lack of sleep.
—T…h…o…u…g…h…t…s s…p…a…c…i…n…g….............. m…e ....................... o…u…t

—Bleaching me to a white so blinding, when all should be the velvet void of black
SLEEP: