Sometimes, when I get melancholy or sad, I lay in bed holding my camera in the dark. Within a few minutes, I remember what I do and how lucky I am to photograph people. I think about all the photographs that I have taken and all the subjects I have fallen in love with through my viewfinder. In that moment, my winter turns to a golden summer and I smile the smile of a boy in love with light.
“Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in”