And those photoshoots with my buddies always continued. I have a longing that I can’t articulate adequately. The only thing that has tapped me in to that deep, deep longing and yearning as been my prayer and my camera. I exercise this when I’m shooting others too - how magical is it to freeze a moment in time and try to capture someone for who they truly are? How magical to capture the Spirit in them, the Honesty and the Truth. Any one who has shot with me says I’m a light shooter - meaning I don’t take many photos; I’m not snap happy. Because I know what I’m looking for and once I see it, I capture it and then it’s done.
I really feel photography is chasing memories, chasing time, chasing the realness of life, chasing the memories we have yet to have, chasing the Truth, chasing our Creator, our Source, really. I have a sadness and a longing and missing all the time, it’s a nostalgia for time gone on, time passed, memories had, laughter echoing from years back, tears we have all shed, heartbreak we have all felt, how we still wake up every day and try our best.