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Photography is a choice

A picture is taken, but a photograph is made, and the difference lives entirely in choice, in seeing something before it exists and then deciding to chase it, in having a rough image in your head before the camera ever comes up, not a blueprint but a direction, a sense of where this wants to go, because once you know that, where you stand matters, where you don’t stand matters just as much, light isn’t something you accept but something you negotiate with or refuse outright, and the frame becomes an argument you’re making on purpose rather than a fact you’re recording by accident, and when the moment is gone the choices don’t stop, they multiply, because now you have to decide what this thing actually is, how far to push it, how much to hold back, how to turn something flat and silent into something that carries weight or pulls a viewer a little closer than they expected, and most of the time the plan fails, the image resists, the idea you started with proves incomplete or wrong, but that’s part of it, because making a photograph is adjusting without losing intent, abandoning what no longer serves the image, choosing the mistake that says more than the correct version ever could, understanding that precision and accuracy are optional but intention is not, and that if you’re not choosing at every step then you aren’t making anything at all, you’re just taking pictures and hoping one of them accidentally becomes a photograph.

Who the hell are you?

No, not you. You should already have a pretty good grasp of that. This is about me. Because, why not? It’s my name at the top of the page, and you’re here to get to know the real me. The deep me. The side of me that I would only share with those closest to my heart. And on a public website. So who am I, you ask? I’m a Florida boy, born in Tennessee, with a quick jaunt in Colorado, followed by 20 years in Los Angeles, who found his way to New Hampshire thanks to a global pandemic, and longing to be your friendly neighborhood photographer. Because, with great power comes great responsibility. And with my superpower of bending reality into something worth looking at, it’s my responsibility to at the very least make it interesting. I didn’t go to school for this. Though I did get a degree in telecommunications. Which had cameras and stuff. And I didn’t get a career in this until much later. But I did work in film production for most of my 20s and 30s, which taught me how to put together and deliver a job, no matter what, on time and on budget. And then I ended up in New Hampshire, as a pandemic refugee, seeing refuge from traffic, helicopters, earthquakes, and fire. I came out here to be closer to extended family, only to have my wife become a bi-coastal telecommuter and a happily married single dad to my two kids, two dogs, and cat. I fell in love with photography from before I can remember. My dad had cameras, a lifetime subscription to National Geographic, while the local bookstore had a section with something called Boudoir. I didn’t speak French, but I loved to look at the pictures. The camera and I really met and fell in love after college. I had the knack to make stuff, and my dad was cleaning out his old cabinet of gear, so I became the kid with a camera. Headshots and gritty downtown LA, before the new money moved in, was a stomping ground. Glad I didn’t get stabbed. Glad I had a few shots that actually came out better than I expected. Photography became work for a while when I needed something to go after getting out of film. It was functional, and the business grew. But I wasn’t creating. The blinders grew. The vision got smaller. And then the world stopped. Whiplash. Backlash. Slingshot across the continent to a tiny town I had only visited a few times. No one knows my name. And I have to ask, “Who the hell are you?” You’re well past the halfway point, and an old dog can’t learn new tricks. But there’s still that anxious puppy in there, wanting to tear the furniture apart, just to show you how much they care. Am I still the kid with the camera? God, I hope so.

why Portsmouth?

When why wife and I decided to leave Southern California for New Hampshire, people joked that if we have just moved to Maine then we could say we moved clear across the country. But since I can now walk to my neighbor to the North (or is it the East), I’m gonna say “close enough”. Here’s how most people visit Portsmouth. While crossing the first big bridge since leaving Boston, they soar over a wide river and see a quaint red brick new england town with a single white spire reaching out above and think to themselves, “oh that looks cute.” And, it is. For us, it was family. Her family to be specific. She’s got aunts and uncles and cousins and all kinds of connections to the area. She sort of grew up here, went to boarding school a few towns over and even crashed here for a bit in her twenties. Anyway, we used to visit every couple of summers, mostly passing through on our way to Maine and looking at this little town from that crazy bridge, thinking the same damn thing everyone does up there, along with a touch of “wouldn’t it be nice to live here”? Because where we came from, the city of angeles that never sleep and love to shake things up and burn things down from time to time, this really did seem like an impossible place in a far away land. Which is exactly how it and all that family felt when we found ourselves quarantined and locked-down a continent away in the summer of 2020. Covid sucked in LA. The lock down was for real. And our families were very far away. So we did what any sensible family would do, packed up all our shit as quick as we could and got the hell out of dodge. We bought our home sight-unseem, except for the help of my wife’s cousin, who told us over the phone kids were riding around on bikes on a beautiful summer day, and we better put in an offer in a hurry. Which we did. And now we’re here. 5 years. And I like to walk my dogs to Maine on occassion. Or drive my car over that bridge to hit up the outlet malls. And from way up there, especially in the late afternoon when the sun is blanketing the those red bricks and making that spire shine, I think to myself…

I don’t shoot weddings

This is a lie. And don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. The truth is, I just haven’t shot one yet. And probably for good reason. Wedding photography is a thing! And by that, I mean it’s a specialty all of its own. And a beast to master. I would actually love to shoot a wedding. And if you’ve got one coming up, call me. Or text. Email works too. But let’s be honest, you’re not hiring a wedding photographer. I don’t shoot weddings. I shoot businesses, and people, and products. Things that sell. I tell that story and get the job delivered on time and on budget with as little fuss as possible. Weddings are different. They’re soft, and they’re lovely, and the expectations and logistics are something completely unknown to me. It’s like hiring a chef that makes a really mean steak to bake your wedding cake. Sure, it’s a chef. But it might not be the right chef for the job. But then again, maybe you want a meaty cake. Wait, that didn’t come out right. The point is, maybe you don’t want to do the same thing everyone else is doing. Maybe you try something new and see what happens. That’s what getting married is anyway, isn’t it?

I DON’T KNOW. LIKE 30 YEARS

Common question. And good one. It speaks of experience. Putting in your dues. Mistakes made and lessons learned. And if you ever shot on film. Which I did. I even processed my own black-and-white in my bathroom. My roommates hated it. It smelled like a morgue. But I liked it, and they did stuff I didn’t like either. But 30 years is really just the money-making part. I started shooting when I was like 12 or 13. But we’re not going to let you get away with agism, so let’s just say I’m a dashing 24-year-old. But the first time I started making money with my photos, which is technically when you can say you started doing it professionally, was somewhere in my late twenties with a little company called iStockPhoto.com that I read about in Wired Magazine. The internet was still kind of new and clunky, with making money and downloading large files still a bit of a novelty. But here was this young upstart company that wanted to take on the legacy companies that would literally mail you film negatives when you licensed their photos. But this was all digital. Super cheap and very accessible for a young photographer with a limited portfolio of mostly stuff he shot in his spare time. And that time, I was working in film production. Mostly music videos and commercials. The jobs typically lasted 2-4 weeks, and then you’d have a week or two off while you desperately tried to find your next job. But still with time on my hands, and a hobby I loved, I ran with the article and signed up to sell my stock online. And without a doubt, this experience was the single most educational one of my entire career. It changed absolutely everything, from start to finish about me as a photographer. It changed what I shot. It changed how I shot. It changed how I processed. It changed how I judged a photo and a new appreciation for photos that most people wouldn’t give a second look. Because here was the deal. It didn’t care if I liked the photo. It didn’t care if it was a good friend, or a cool experience, or some new trick I learned on the computer. All it cared about was, will it sell? Was it technically and creatively capable and desirable? Before this, it was crazy graffiti, birds at sunset, or some girl I had a crush on. The internet didn’t want that. It was clean, repeatable, instantly recognizable, and with impact. I never thought I could come to love a football on a white background. But a couple thousand dollars later, and it’s my pride and joy. I stopped uploading to iStock probably 20 years ago at this point, but that football, bike, Easter eggs, and American flag still kick out a couple hundred bucks every month. Money that doesn’t make a big difference in my everyday life, but the lessons learned are still there. But I did stop. Not sure why. Maybe I got bored. Or busy. I got promoted up to Producer, and the work got harder, and the desperation between jobs more desperate. And then the world came to a grinding halt in 2008 when all this money apparently went poof. At least that’s what the economist said. Either way, film work dried up, and our first baby came into the world. Being freelance (translation: unemployed) and my wife on staff, it was decided that I would stay home with our new little angel instead of shelling out for daycare while I stayed home and watched the Price is Right. Hardest… year… ever. Dude. Seriously. And about a year into it, I decided I needed to do something. Film had burned me out pretty well, and I’m grateful in hindsight I was given a window to exit. But I still needed to do something. First thought was a job. But jobs suck. So what about my little hobby? I knew how to shoot. But didn’t know how to turn it into a full-time gig. And the question of what to shoot. I had read a photography book a while back that suggested the best way to figure out what kind of photographer you wanted to be was to print out every photo in your portfolio and then place them into stacks based on a theme. Headshots. Landscapes. Still Life. Etc. Etc. Etc. And then, simply pick the stack that was the biggest. So I did. And architecture was the clear winner. So I’m starting to hone in there. But then how? I had a handful of architectural shots, but none for paying clients, and needed some more experience. And this time, I went on the web and simply Googled photography careers for want-to-be architectural photographers, which promptly brought me to real estate photography. I know, I know. Ew. Not exactly high art. But the logistics made sense. Low-barrier of entry: I pretty much already had all the gear. Great hours for a stay-at-home dad: you shoot during the day and process at night. And in the right market can actually be pretty successful. Which, thanks to living on the affluent side of Los Angeles, was basically the mother-lode. So I called up the agent who had sold us our house and asked if I could try shooting something for him. Which led to about a 10-year run of shooting over 3000 houses and delivering over 80,000 photos. So yeah, it worked. And I still got my kids to school each morning, picked them up almost every day from after-school care, and still made dinner every night. The business grew year-over-year and by the late 20-teens was making a pretty healthy income for me and my family. But near the end, things also started to change. First, it became a grind. I had great clients, and was shooting some amazing properties, but it was still a volume game. Shoot as many homes as you could in a day, week, month. Shoot every damn room in the house, and over-deliver so many files they feel like they’re getting the royal treatment. And do this day-in, day-out pretty much year-round. Keeping in mind that it would get up to 115 degrees in the summer. So basically, I was getting worn out. And I was also aching to be a little more artistic. A little more thoughtful and intentional with the photos. I started shooting architectural shots on my shoots, reaching out to the stagers to see if they needed any interiors photos, and even hired a business coach and successful architectural photographer to help me make the transition. All of which was going quite well until… the severe acute respiratory syndrome coronavirus 2 came to town and brought all of that to a grinding halt. Skip ahead past packing up the kids, 2 dogs, and cat in a rental RV and moving ourselves across a continent while avoiding all hotels and restaurants, settling into a new town with only your wife’s family as friends, having your wife get the job offer of a lifetime back in California, so now I’m raising the kids on my own, and I start thinking I’d like to start taking pictures again. My thought was that I would just pick up where I left off and see if there was any architectural work in the area. But I caught a lucky break when the new owners of a local magazine hired me to shoot a couple of articles for them. Working with Portsmouth City Lifestyle opened up lots of new opportunities to shoot people, food, and places in motion and not as static as before. I then reached out to local charities and non-profits to start shooting events. And now my portfolio is once again a collage of themes and styles, not so narrowly focused on one genre or client type. So now, I’m a commercial photographer. I shoot headshots and portraits, events and businesses. I’ll still shoot architectural projects and interiors for interior designers. I’ll even shoot real estate if you ask nicely. I don’t want to be everything for everybody, but it’s great to have opened up my palette to all kinds of photography that allow me to explore new subjects and tackle them with a variety of styles. It’s been a hell of a journey, and each day is still day one. With the end of each project, I have to start over as an unemployed photographer just trying to take some shots. But that’s a pretty great way to do it too.