In 1986 my uncle handed me a 35 millimeter camera. He showed me how to focus and read light levels, then sent me on my way. Many years, cameras, film rolls, memory cards and miles have passed. I’m still at it.

Photojournalism has led me down many roads. Concerts, presidential visits, catastrophes and sporting events to name a few. I have shot for newspapers, magazines, trade publications, universities and politicians. Simply put, I love what I do. It takes me all over and allows me to meet people I wouldn’t otherwise.

I go on about my experiences, but I love the medium too. I stare at photos, studying them, watching their meaning and intensity change with time. I try to picture myself there (if I didn’t shoot it) and look around, envisioning what’s outside the frame. I imagine what the air felt like, and think about the energy of the moment.

My work as a photojournalist is particularly important to me. Delivering a story in such an immediate and universal way is so powerful. Documenting history is an enormous privilege and responsibility, I’m just glad I get to do my part.