I love making pictures, especially if you romanticize it.
It turns out to be an exhausting, technical practice. Pre-dawn calls and late-night hours, with creeping thoughts that you’ve missed something.
Even after wrap, you have to hustle, and deliver.
There isn’t anything else I would do. I particularly thank my patient wife and kids who suffer along with my schedule.
I start by looking around and connecting with my subjects. The goal is to disappear. Once I’m part of the furniture, the work reveals itself.
