I remember countless times I got seasick, most recently while I was riding a tugboat last month. I was enroute to do a photostory on a nuclear submarine 11 miles off the Georga Coast in open seas, and Hurricane Mitch was nearby.
Right now photojournalism is so much an integral part of who I am and what I do that the distinction between professional and private life has been obscured. I live eat, and sleep, so that I can continue to tell the story of others through the art of photography.
I remember the first time I picked up my dad’s Nikon F. At risk of bodily harm, probably death from any damage to it, he let me shoot some pictures on a family outing. That experience changed me forever. I was impressed with how strange and wonderful the camera was. It framed little sections of the world and could freeze moments on film.