Street

For about a decade, I walked the Seattle streets with a camera, drawn to the nuances of everyday life unfolding around me. Nearly every day I was out there capturing moments that might have otherwise gone unnoticed. Like Vivian Maier, I wasn’t chasing recognition; I was chasing the poetry of ordinary life.

I was focused on the story behind the photograph. The fleeting glance, the way a shadow fell across a face, the quiet humor or loneliness tucked into a corner of the city. Seattle became a living journal for me, a place where every frame held something unscripted, something real. Over time, these images became less about documenting a city and more about learning to see—really see—the beauty in small, passing moments.