I started photography in 1966. A friend and I set up a darkroom in the family bathroom, dad moved it to the basement. I joined the local camera club, lots of old guys with Leica’s. I learned a lot about taking pictures of wildflowers, learned a lot about crafting an image and a thousand ways to use black velvet. I worked at the local camera store and lab where I processed thousands of rolls of film and printed some “interesting” pictures. I was mentored by a master photographer who dished out brutal critique. I did weddings and club shots to earn tuition/beer money for university.

I was recently asked how I would describe my style. I don’t have one.

The 1990s buzz phrase “think outside the box” didn’t make any sense to me – what box?

Lots of photographers describe themselves with common theme words like “wildlife” and “landscape.” I come at it from a different tack, mostly because I like shooting all sorts of subjects and don’t want to restrict my thinking. Or to look at it another way, I don’t have the discipline to master a genre.

The thing is that while everyone else is looking at one thing, I’m looking for the other. I search for the unexpected. While I go to places with some idea of what awaits, I always seem to be drawn to the oddities, the overlooked. My pictures are not different, but they are unique as all images are. They are in a sense, more differed from than differing.

Now I shoot mostly travel and make coffee table books about my journeys. I remain a polyphot at heart.

My gallery is at http://www.e-images.ca