The Inuit have 50 words for snow. I have 10. They are all swears.

In a world that has moved away from black and whites in almost every way, I find myself moving more and more towards black and white photography. It has an incomparable mystique and mood. It just says more, with less.  

The simplest things are often the truest. So too with imagery. Perfection in photography is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.

For me, capturing buildings is like capturing nature. Structures are a discovery of harmony, bringing shape from confusion, showing disparities reconciled.

Everything important originated with emptiness. I seem to be drawn to capturing empty spaces, urban and otherwise.