My original impetus to become a photographer was to document my children’s lives, even though at the time I made this decision, my first child was still more than ten years from being born. As I pursued the craft, one of the more important aspects of the medium became the idea and responsibility of being able to capture not just first steps, but the things in life that become forgotten, overlooked, and ignored. Things that are basically rendered unimportant.
But they’re not unimportant. Not to me. In fact it’s the exact opposite. I’m of the thought that there are tiny pieces of this life that build the greater scene, and to neglect those pieces, only creates an unfinished picture. Fuck that.
I think it’s our obligation as living beings to complete our pictures, to fill them with all the glorious detail that exists around us. Even if it’s broken wood meant to keep you out.
