In the summer of 1969 while working at a guest ranch in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, I met a photographer by the name of Neill Whitlock who introduced me to photography.
An interest because a passion and the passion quickly became an obsession.
Photography was magic to me. Here was a way to express myself, a way to stop time, to stretch time, to leave time behind or hold it forever.
With the press of a button, I could steal the best part of the day, captured in a fraction of a second.
It was one adventure after another, and still is.