Photography, for me, has never been a technical act. It has never been merely the press of a shutter or the mechanical click of gears aligning in obedience to my will. Long before I understood apertures, lenses, and shutter speeds, I understood something else — something deeper, something older than the science of optics. For me, photography has always been a kind of magic . Not the loud sort with sparks and spectacle, but the quiet kind — the ancient alchemy of freezing ligh
