I grew up in Philadelphia, and in those formative years I was raised in a river-front ghetto, the suburb where M. Night Shyamalan films all his movies, the Pocono Mountains, and the Jersey shore.
I loved it all (except the suburb), and was taught to find beauty and wonder in sometimes unlikely places: curbside cast-offs, junk yards, abandoned houses, railroad tracks, mechanic shops, and even a family friend’s mortuary.
I find myself drawn to urban artifacts, candid street shots and portraits, industrial decay, and abandoned rural buildings. These are the places and people I feel most at home with. I think discovering the unexpected beauty in them helps me to believe that even the messiest places, and seemingly lost people, can be surprisingly captivating.