Bostonian, art enthusiast, bibliophile extraordinaire, hiker, backpacker, photographer, autodidact, inveterate daydreamer.

I used to think (somewhat naïvely) that I wanted my photos to recreate what one sees in real life as faithfully as possible. But a photograph is so vastly different from what the brain perceives, given among other things photography's limitations in dynamic range and color palette, the absence of stereopsis, and the absence of optic flow on the retina as one moves through the environment, that I now think I only really want the best of my photos to manage somehow to be beautiful. What makes a photograph beautiful to any one person of course is not a straightforward question. My photographs, taken together, gesture in the direction of my personal answer.