I have no idea why biographies are such a b*tch to write ... but here goes nothing:
The love for images came from my dad taking vacation pictures and running a slide show for friends and family. One image stands out ... our family sitting around the table playing games at a cabin in the snow. It stands out because I was in my boxers and ... how do I say this ... my dinger was visible (I had no idea). Instead of tossing the image, my dad just put a black marker spot over the offending area and kept the image in the slide show. Good times.
It was until much later in life that I was driven, ok obsessed, at making images for myself and then others. Making the next portrait more interesting than the last is the goal.
Great light moves me.