I moved to New York in the late 70s and witnessed the slow revitalization of a great city.  Despite pervasive street crime and drug use, a vibrant art scene thrived.  And a building boom had begun.  Where old buildings once stood, empty lots now offered large swaths of light and color, in stark contrast with the dark urban canyons.  I explored Manhattan's edges, mostly on the westside, south of 14th street, where light was abundant, camera in hand, tripod strapped to my waist.  At age 23, after leaving an advertising job, I took several cross-country trips, with side journeys to Hawaii and Mexico.

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My first group exhibition was in 1981 at the Floating Foundation of Photography, a celebrated westside venue where, with great humility, I saw my earliest work hang next to images by Duane Michals and color pioneer Pete Turner.  I met with Susan Kismaric, Associate Curator at the Museum of Modern Art who, under the leadership of John Szarkowski, singled out my urban landscapes in a portfolio review.​  I sold work at Semaphore Gallery, and was represented by M-13 in Soho.  Museum collections followed, including the Brooklyn Museum, Museum of the City of New York and the Nassau County Museum of Art.   

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After more than a decade of intensive urban landscape photography, I took a hiatus - for fatherhood, filmmaking and teaching.  But I always believed that I would return to photography.  While filming a 2014 documentary in the New England woods I felt an urge to shoot stills again: not of urban landscapes, but of woods, wetlands and high desert.

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