My story begins when I least expected it.

God put a bend in my road and somehow I ended up with a camera in my hand and a huge amount of rage and hurt to get rid of.

My middle child, Ainsleigh, passed away shortly after she turned a month old due to complications from a congenital diaphragmatic hernia, and though I returned to work as a programmer/developer, I felt empty inside.

Only after the birth of my third child, Ryter, was I to find that I had some major trauma to attend to.

Despite long hours of therapy and numerous visits with a Psychiatrist, I found that the more I talked, the less I gained in progress. 

Only when I had a camera in my hand was I able to express myself. 

So here I am. This is my artwork.

I am and will always be a work in progress. Please enjoy and feel free to contact me with anything, feedback, questions, etc.

God bless you and yours!