A photograph represents something composed of light and form. Each press of the shutter button is an act of anticipation and collaboration for me, followed by the critical process of selection and refinement. The photograph succeeds when it serves as a window, transporting a viewer into my sense of that ephemeral moment.
I remember setting up my tripod to take an image of a harvest moon rising over the plains of New Mexico. I had an approximate idea of where the moon would appear but it seemed scarcely a second between the time I spotted the first tiny glimmer of orange in the distance and when the arc of the moon was sailing above the horizon. I was awed. It was an ordinary occurrence that happens every 28 days or so, but through the magic of photography, I see how we spin through space and live amidst the miraculous.