Why do I take pictures:
...there's something so addictive about the sound of the shutter releasing...
When I don't photograph, I...:
sit around outdoor cafe's sipping irish coffee after irish coffee becoming more obnoxious with every touch of the hot glass to my lips... as I watch the world go by...
My favourite photographer, and why:
my favourite photographer is the one who works at crestock who accepts all my submissions.
The meaning of life, in my opinion:
to practice reproduction techniques over and over and over..