Photography is one of the oldest projects I’ve been involved in. It started with film, chemicals, darkrooms—and a curiosity about light, shadow, and memory. Like anyone with a camera, I’ve taken my fair share of bad shots, a few brilliant ones, and a whole bunch that are just okay. But they’re mine. This is my gallery.
I learned to develop film in a garage-turned-darkroom, guided by my stepdad. We had the full setup: red lights, developing trays, reels, enlarger. I even printed a shot of my stepdad dunking a basketball and framed it for him. I studied photography formally for a bit, but most of it came from doing it myself—learning where the shot is, how to frame it, how to wait for the light.
Now it’s mostly digital. I’ve scanned in many old prints and slides from the pre-digital age. I still shoot when something catches my eye. Sometimes it’s just a cool texture or a weird reflection, sometimes it’s a moment worth preserving. Either way, photography stays a quiet part of my creative life.
This project is just that: a collection. A gallery. Some nostalgia, some art, some practice. Just photos.