Sometimes I like to think of myself as a photography factory. I see my photographs mostly as raw material for projects that I plan on working on at some point later on in life.

My statement as an artist is to outdo New York’s Little Angel Angelo Rizzuto, who between 1952 and 1966 documented New York City with over 60,000 photos. I admire the work ethic of people like Rizzuto or other photographers like W. Eugene Smith or Andy Warhol.

We all have but a short time on this earth. As slow as time can be it is also fast, swift, furious and mighty and then it’s over. Angelo Rizzuto is dead, Jack Kerouac is dead. John Lennon is dead. Andy Warhol is dead. Garry Winogrand is dead. Lee Friedlander isn't dead yet, but he probably will be at some point.

When I'm not taking or processing pictures I'm mostly thinking about pictures. I'm trying to publish a library of 1,000,000 finished, processed photographs before I die.

The absurdity of my obsessive compulsive view on photography is not lost on me. But it is the absurdity of life that I find most beautiful of all. Where Sisyphus had his stone I have my Canon 5D and a bag full of lenses.

Document, explore, lather, rinse, repeat. Photography for me then becomes a kind of hyperactive life documentary, loosely arranged and presented. My work is less about individual images and instead more about the power of a massive amount of excessive and disjointed images where stories, characters and places sometimes stay and other times reappear or disappear entirely for no good reason at all.

All of my images are Creative Commons licensed, non commercial with attribution. If you'd like to use any of them for non commercial or personal purposes feel free.

I am also the Evangelist and CEO for the photo sharing start up Zooomr.

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