I grew up, surrounded by photographs, in Ukiah, a small rural town in Northern California.
In our house was a bookcase full of monochrome photos in tattered albums telling
the story of my family’s history. I spent endless hours exploring black and white
people in a black and white world, engrossed in the smoke spewing teepee burners
at the lumber mills of the redwood forests, the vintage automobiles perched high
above magnificent vistas and people embracing life in much simpler times.
One of my favorite possessions during my early years was an old Kodak box camera
that I often carried to capture imagined views of the world around me. The camera
had no film but the process taught me to see my surroundings in a special way, cropping
out the extraneous clutter often found in otherwise picturesque scenes.
After graduating from college with a BA in Journalism, I decided to pursue a career
in photography. For the next twenty years I worked as a photographerand graphic
designer, first with a publishing company, then a printer, and finally with a major
truck manufacturer, all located in the San Francisco Bay Area. It was my years with
Peterbilt Motors Company, traveling extensively throughout the United States and
Canada photographing trucks in unique applications, that I became attracted to a
particular subject matter.
During my travels I expected to find each region distinctive in culture and appearance,
but sadly realized that every city, over the years, began to look the same. I searched
for remnants of times past, finding myself drawn to the older parts of town and the
outlying farmlands which retained the echoes of yesteryear. My photography, for
the most part, has a tendency to focus on images that reflect days gone by, revealing
scenes of our past to us today.