Don’t move, speak, or fall in love.

As a young lad I photographed everything and everyone and may of continued to photograph everyone, had I not met my wife. I remember the day I first saw her portraits. They were so good that on a romantic trip to Paris, I decided that I just could not compete and turned my photography solely onto things that did not move or speak. What may have been the most romantic city in the world had become a place I would photograph void of people, and in this instance void of romance, much to the disappointment of my better half. There are times when I wished I still photographed people, but I’d still rather photograph things that don’t move, speak, or have eyes.