Snap.

“Photography is the story I fail to put into words.” — Destin Sparks

When I was a child, my father had a side hobby, snapping photos wherever we went. Eventually, he set up a dark room in a concrete storage room behind our flat in Hong Kong. I’m not sure how many times he used it before all that expensive equipment sat and rotted over years, behind the locked door. Life intervened and his photography was the casualty.

But, he sparked in me a belief in the things I saw and how I saw them. No apology. Person, Place or Thing, my eye is drawn to the poetic, in a moment.

Carrying a camera has been an on/off thing for me. Still, what I see everyday are those snapshots. Some of these photos have been published in newspapers and books and some have been part of art exhibits, but most are solely for the purpose of capturing the bits and pieces; shadows and light; the contrast and the softening that catch my eye and resonate.