If you are enjoying my photographs, we both owe a debt of gratitude to a certain bug (or at least its lineage), in Alachua County, Florida. For its disturbance of a driver caused his speeding pick up truck to hit my bicycle, ultimately leading to my life as a photographer.

I was 39 years old and the thought of photography had never crossed my mind. But my mortality was put before me in a very undeniable fashion. A year later, I had regained my health and strength, sold my small lawn maintenance business, and bought a used van-- with which to travel to Alaska. As something of a total afterthought, I spent $180 on a little Fuji point and shoot camera. My trip, I thought, merited this. My trophies would be a snapshot or two to adorn my walls upon my return.

Thus, my photographic journey began...