The not so distant hairline....

The local elementary school theater hosted a Shakespeare medley this evening.  The actors were are delightful; nevertheless, I kept focusing my attention on the man sitting in front of me.

Cherry Blossoms...

A documentary project...

Sometimes in a moment you photograph a mood or a scene.  Sometimes you decide to conjure categories and photograph a brood or a theme.  And once in a while an invitation arrives and a door opens. You enter with your camera...unsure of the terrain.  You accept the offer and hold your breath because the path ahead is emotionally wrenching.  You sigh because the journey you're about to document will make you cry, and laugh and change you in ways you never anticipated.

A week ago I met him and his wife.  In January, he lost both legs in Afghanistan.  His right arm will undergo much reconstructive surgery.

While on patrol he took a step, and heard the sound.

I have been invited to capture the images...as his prosthetic legs are born, as they learn to carry him; as his steps become stronger, as he walks, and even runs, again.  That day when he runs effortlessly sensing each step through an architecture of alloy and plastic...may be two years in the making.  I plan to be there so you can see the motion, perhaps as a blurry image.

Others have traveled the same journey...

So if I don't post as often as I have in the past...bear with me while I take a detour and embark on a documentary project.

bibliophile...

The way someone holds a book speaks volumes.  I was taking portraits for a work assignment today and was moved by this gentle grasp.  Such an intimate embrace rendered tangible the friendship between the pages and the hands that turn them.

binary moments

...a visual calculus of probability

the space between