It all started in May of 1937...
My Great Aunt Opal had left her farmhouse in rural North Dakota for the most extended trip she would ever take, an excursion through New York. Every block that she traveled through contained more people than her small town. In her excitement, she purchased a six-shot disposable Brownie Box camera. Her cousin foolishly wasted the first four exposures of their only roll of film trying to figure out how to work the first camera either one had ever owned. Inheriting only two images, from a camera she could barely afford after her trip expenses, Opal was able to capture the Hindenburg disaster and aftermath. I grew up looking at those images that were contained in a binder in my childhood home. Ever since I was a child, I wanted to take create an image that made me feel the way those pictures made me feel.
Every time I pick up a camera, I think about one thing, "if I only could only take two images, would I be able to produce something that would honor this photographic legacy?"
That chase makes me better. That pursuit means I will do everything in my power to produce the most memorable photographs possible, so that maybe, someday, I will make something worth striving for 80-years from now.