I've been photographing Yosemite and the Sierra Range since moving to the area in 1978, but my interest in photography has been lifelong. When my Connecticut cousins and I were young my grandfather would gather his kids, and us grand kids, together for family slide shows. Those big, bright, colorful images on the screen, to a kid still watching Walt Disney on a black and white TV, were incredible. The first camera I bought cost fifty cents and twenty-five Bazooka bubble gum wrappers. It left streaks of light on all of my images and the old saying 'You get what you pay for', took on real meaning. It didn't matter though. My fascination with the picture taking process was cemented by those first few rolls of film.

Today I'm still looking for streaks of light. They filter through the California pines, and lie warm on still New England snow. I'm endlessly intrigued by combinations of shapes and shadows, colors and textures, and the visual play of changing seasons. It is my hope that if I practice my craft well enough, my wonder at the enormous and gentle beauty of the landscape will also be yours. I once heard an old minister say, 'God didn't make no junk!'. This is evident whenever clouds dance, and light runs over the hills...