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.