Two years ago, during the fight of my life, I found a new power... the power of photography. I was journeying with my small son through his cancer treatment and overwhelmed. Photography let the light in, it let me share the beauty of the world with others, and it allowed me to engage with the shadows in a way that made sense to me. This was a time where I felt that words failed me, they did not have the depth I needed. And the same words, I had come to see, meant different things to different people. I taught myself photography because it transcends words and language. It conveys impressions, moods, feelings. Both photographer and viewer can partake in this experience, because, most of all, photographs leave space for mystery and interpretation. Endlessly fascinated by the mystery of other people, glimpses of their stories, and the earth we inhabit, almost all of my work is unstaged and candid.