I use photography to try and make sense out of the craziness I see around me everywhere in the world.
My viewpoint is Sagittarian - I see humor and many elements to laugh at (and enjoy) in almost everything. This I believe has kept me (reasonably) sane and functioning in an increasingly mad world, and it's what I try to put either on film or in pixels. Now and then I succeed.
As a trained architect, I tend to think in grids. A lot of the photography I've done and continue to do throughout my life has been of buildings or elements of buildings. Over the decades I've tried to train my brain and eye to keep the verticals in my images properly, well, vertical - and let the rest look after itself. Again, at times I succeed in this.
In my teens and twenties before interior design architecture seduced me into a career choice, I was a journalist-photographer for several daily newspapers. Everything I shot back then was documentary and too much of it from those early days tends towards the chocolate box - this aspect of looking at things has stayed with me into my seventies - much too much at times, it seems, but that's me.
I also record things around me at home - family members, beloved cats, my travels, friends, events I attend that amuse and inspire me.
Much of my photo archives are film but I'm slowly turning these into digital images now, sadly much of the rest of my free time in life will be spent in front of my Apple PC and scanner. But things could be worse.
Last week I was looking at color slides, still amazingly well preserved, from my first time in Bali in 1970 - amazingly those images took me back to the moment I pressed the shutter button on my Rolleiflex, what I was seeing, thinking, who I was with and talking to. Just like I had somehow slipped back in time to a day in Ubud, half a century ago. All that deja vu can be - disconcerting, but also enjoyable.
That about sums up my photography. I once jokingly described myself to a friend as an inspired hack in everything I've done in life - on due reflection I now realize there is more truth to this than I thought at the time. But again, as the French say, c'est la vie, les enfants...