Beauty Comes In All Forms

Photography for me is anything. I love taking pictures of nature, families, food, tiny streets and doors. But really I will take a picture of anything that captures me. Seems a little backwards since photography is the art of capturing your subject, but sometimes I truly feel as if the subject comes to me.

No matter where I am, while I am out taking photos, I really try to not have a focus. In the case of when I take my families out for lifestyle photography I have an agenda or game plan for how my time with them will be comprised. Naturally, they want great pictures of their family. But sometimes a particular angle or something a family member does just randomly speaks out to me and I will make attempts to capture it for them. It may not be something that grabs them initially of anything particularly ground-breaking, but for me it’s a little bit of something extra.

Manduria, Puglia, Italia

The something extra happens to me all the time in Italy. Taking pictures through the old centers of town, out at the beach or randomly alongside the road. Driving along and seeing this old train really spoke to me. Rather than have the metal recycled or the space cleared away, it was left. Left to become a canvas for others. A home to abandoned animals. Left to make its mark. A reminder to some that pass by of days gone by. Days long gone but still very much part of our today.