Thirty years ago, after working as a professional photographer for over a decade, I lost nearly all of my eyesight. Since then, like the first photographers, who used water from a stream, light from the sun, and minerals from the earth to assemble their vision, I learned the process of creating a picture from the template of nature. To my surprise I found that the present could be preserved with the techniques and sensibilities of a more artisanal time. Like my heroes of photography, William Henry Fox Talbot, Sir John Herschel, and Julia Margaret Cameron, my focus turned to the joy of recording images of friends, family and personal belongings, and the delicate passage of day into evening. I now know that the eyes are merely instruments – the most splendid secrets of vision dwell in the heart and mind. This process has endeared me to a world of sense, quietude, and beauty that I was never able to fully journey through in my previous career as a commercial photographer. The result is a body of timeless photographs that I created in the spirit of the American Transcendentalists, Whitman, Dickinson, Thoreau, and Emerson.

I would like to welcome you to view the following photographs in the spirit in which they were made, my visual autobiography that I am very happy to share with you.