It is on nights like this one that I am truly alive. Out there on long journey's seeking some answers through the glass of a lens. This thing called photography, it is a passion, an obsession. I believe with all my heart that photography is bigger than me, bigger than all of us.

The world is an endless array of moments, scenes. I feel totally overwhelmed with a responsibility to capture as much as I can. Armed with a camera and aided by only my feet, this is how I spend my free time. I walk roads like this, following them to continual horizons, continual moments.

The history we find in books is but a fragment of what constitutes the subject. History is all around us, fleeting with every second of the day. The whisper of the wind, the shrouding of the fog, all serve to remind us as to the prominence of this thing that we all call time. Its continual passage urges my passion to document what is, anticipating what soon was.