Hi and thank you for visiting!

They say you grow old the same second you stop being curiouse. I'm ging on 30 and I never stop wanting to learn more about everything! That's why my photography usually span over such a wide tablet. When I travel I wanna see places, churches and buildings and the people surrounding them. I want to understand the culture and the ideas and capture it on my digital media.

My most memorable moment, however, was never captured on anything else but my memory. It was on the lower cases of the stairs leading to the US Post office, just across the street from Madison Square Garden, NY. There I saw a war veteran, no more than perhaps thirty years of age, collapsed on the stairs and with his entire stack of unopened enveploes scattered on the pavement. He was slouching over his reached out legs and with his face hidden inside the collar of his BDU field jacket which was decorated from waist to shoulders with various patches and insignia. He wore a black barret with no patch on his head and he sat still as if not breathing. No-one cared to even look at him as they passed him by. I did not have the heart to take advantage of the moment and pull out my camera. But in retrospect, maybe that would have been the most honorable thing to do?! He could have been a poster boy for the actual cost of an ill concieved and irresponsible war. Now he's just a memory!