Pizza, Boston, MA 1974 Print - Limited Edition of 30

I consider my body of work to be proof of our existence; they are slices of my life, tiny moments. Each individual image is an experience I lived and thought to be worthy of capture, full of beauty, strife, angst, and magnificence. I am hoping that one day in the future, that moment will be relived, over and over again. Taken so that future generations could have this window back in time, to savor the moments of the past. From being a part of the political rallies that I attended and meeting the people that I befriended along the way as a young man. To seeing the astonishing mountain scenes and the splendor of the Mediterranean seaside that I have come to call my home in these later years of my life, I have realized that it is not about my life, but about the past. It is the past, that sense of yesterday, and dissipating memory that grows lost as we collectively step forward into a new tomorrow. Time is a turning wheel. It is the flow of a river and it never changes direction. It is certainly a shifting landscape that we live in and as the years roll by, the changes in the world become more evident to the ones who have lived longer. We realize that most of it is now out of our control. These photographs were taken, so you won’t forget where we came from and to record the fleeting instances that will never be again. Those moments in time, that if not for my photographs, may have totally gone unnoticed or forgotten. I eternalized that moment.