Photography, to me, is the artistic expression of my own fascination, and perhaps obsession, with time.

For many, time is the number of hours until the end of the work day; it's the alarm clock every morning; it's the celebration of a birthday, anniversary, or the ringing in of a new year.  But time is so much more.  Time is memory.  Time is possibility.  It is both predictable and uncontrollable simultaneously. 

The fact that time, as we know and perceive it, only ever moves forward, creates within each of us experiences and memories.  These experiences and memories often surface later as feelings of nostalgia and a desire to go back in time - to relive experiences, perhaps right a wrong, or make different choices.  That we can't go back, leaves us only with the memories.

The fascinating part of time is that once it is gone, it is forever gone.  Every event that one experiences up to this very moment will never happen again.  Sure, we may have very similar experiences, but the exact same experience as one before is mathematically impossible.  Every event is unique - pin-pointed to one location of the space-time continuum.  I can experience a sunset many times, but each one is different.  The clouds are different; the colors of the sky are different.  Every event is unique.

This is what makes photography so special to me.  With a camera, one captures a unique event, and forever documents a moment in the history of the universe.  That memory which we hold in our brain dies with us, in time.  But a photograph allows a memory to break the rules.

I tried to define myself as a photographer of nature, or things that have some scientific connection.  But anymore, I consider myself a photographer of unique events; of experiences; of memories; of time.