I often wonder how I would other wise cope with the ebb and flow of the tides of life if I did not have my camera to help me make sense of it all. There are moments when something strikes me like a dream or a thought that springs up from the past, and I can feel my body shifting to reflect whats happening inside of me . I can feel my face carving out new life lines while my body leans to bear the weight of old thoughts and feelings. There is a natural reflex that occurs; the extension of my hand reaching for what I like to call the recorder of light.I love to think that in order for an image to be perceived and captured by the cameras eye or the human eye for that matter, light must be present to outline it and thus bring it into existence.
This image is a reflection of one of those moments. It has been along time since I have turned the camera on myself in one of those "reflective" moments and even more daring is the fact that I am letting go of inhibitions to show it.

