I started off my career in advertising/graphic design, but found myself giving it up shortly after the birth of my son, who would later be diagnosed with autism. I put all of my creative energies and passions, including a desire to pursue photography and writing, on hold for many years. By the time he graduated from high school, moved in with his father and started community college two years ago, my creative life was finally reborn at the age of nearly 50. Since then, I've taken every opportunity to make up for that "lost time," embracing this phase of renewed exploration with abandon, as if my very life depended on it. And a part of me feels that that deprivation of a creative life has given me a true appreciation for what I have now. I take to each image with lucidity--that not one frame can ever be taken for granted.