Shuttering To The Speed Of Sound… an old memory creates room for a new visionary.

Some of my earliest memories are from the window seat of a Continental Airlines MD 80. While my father would be flying the plane or my mother serving the cabin. I would sit with my yellow compact disc player in my lap, a carry-on under the seat in front of me filled with colored pencils and notebooks to doodle with when I wasn’t chit-chatting with the strangers in my row. Like most kids at a young age, I was filled with curiosity. I would have no problem asking about a lady’s bracelet, ring, or scarf and the significance behind it. Or about the book that a gentleman was reading and what the story was about. Then once the conversation had ended (usually not for long), I would put my headphones back over my short blonde wavy hair and listen to ‘Jukebox Hero’ or any other Foreigner song on repeat staring back out the window and then down to my tray, table drawing pictures of the stories I had just heard. Sometimes just coloring to the rhythm of the song with the colors I felt matched the mood.

When I would get bored with that, it was time to look at the “Hemisphere Magazine” and play a guessing game with my new friend in my row. I practically had the magazine memorized page per page, and the content themed on it. "On page 19, a man and woman walk on the Bahamas beach. It is sunset, and waves are crashing along the shoreline. The lady is wearing a white bathing suit, and the man is carrying her shoes, wearing a blue shirt and white shorts. They look like really nice people.” I would say as the person starts flipping through the pages. The person would turn to the page, then look at me wide-eyed, “How did you know that?!” That practice developed a solid photographic memory that has evolved my career to be full of vivid detail and conversation with a glance.

Twenty years later and ten years of practicing professional photography focusing on live music, advertising, and editorial. I decided to challenge myself and take flight into the Aviation Photography world. (some pun intended)

I have a newfound eagerness to capture the jet engine's roar as it comes in for approach, then the subtle bounce, skid, and smooth brakes squeal, causing friction and the flaps halting to the final stop. The sight of a plane on a runway excites me the most during a turning sky. As the light bends around the curvature of the aircraft, shadow lines slowly dance on the fuselage. Reflecting the natural colors of reality and the imagination of what I see in the wind at that time. Sometimes beautifully vibrant, or occasionally neutral - full of contrast.