A passion for people.

For some reason I had a hard time sleeping last night, I've got a lot on my mind and a lot of pressure on myself to figure everything out. I really don't think it's something that will happen over night. I started looking over my portfolio and damnit I have a lot of good stuff...I just need to start showing it off! My eye is most drawn to the photography and as soon as I start to get an income again I am saving up for an SLR camera. I think an investment will help to boost my morale as a photographer and I can share what my eye captures with you!

This is my favorite picture of the Chinese people that I captured during my time in China. The brightness of the sun shining on the elderly man's red coat lights up the smiling faces surrounding him. I was lucky enough to find the most genuine moment when all of the people were at their happiest. Photography isn't just just being able to line up the perfect shot but I believe there also must be a high level of instinct and timing (especially when it comes to people). The image captured here was immediately after he finished what I can only call a Chinese "rap", everyone was engrossed with what this 5 foot man had to say. Marvelous. It really is the little things.

A passion for people. I love to expose the special moments when people are at their most honest and sincere. As I was walking the streets of Edinburgh, Scotland, I came upon this manand his dog doing the simplest of acts: making a living. He, playing music. His dog, collecting the fruits. The dog's faithfulness to his owner was present and he knew the money that entered the hat he held in his mouth would eventually be traded in for food. They both did an equal share; teamwork. They trust each other. A sincere earned emotion.

This photo reminds me of the movie Once. If you haven't seen this wonderful film you should do so immediately. The music speaks for the story. Just like this photo speaks for their story.

While visiting Confucius Temple in Qufu, I spotted this little girl collecting empty bottles along the street. I attempted to give her money but she wouldn't accept it. I later learned in the Chinese culture, collecting recyclable bottles in exchange for money is a much more respectable form of living than begging for money. There was a maturity and obedience in her eyes that I've never seen in a girl of her age; an old soul. She held my hand as she followed us back to her mother with a bag full of bottles.