My roots in both; photography and advocacy took hold as they often do, at an unassuming age, without my knowledge of what was happening. My mother, a geriatric nurse, was somehow allowed to bring me to work with her. So, at the age of five, my father would drive me to town on his motorcycle…

This past Easter weekend I went home and, with my family, spread my Father’s ashes. In an unceremonious and seemingly uncorrelated event, I decided I wanted to gather several transplants from the home I grew up at to bring back to our new home in Pennsylvania. What transpired from this was a sort of “act…

Photo Documentary: Texas Series: Poetry This was my first poetic stop outside of the Philadelphia scene. Philadelphia is an extreme example of a melting pot of verse and experience. So, I was eager to try on this small town open mic night to see what it would offer to an out of towner. My apprehensions…