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“Do you know you have a heart murmur?” the urgent care doctor asked. Exactly four years ago, on July fourth, 2022, after a ten-mile bicycle ride in San Clemente, California, my body felt different. I couldn’t focus my eyes. My legs were shaking. Odd, I thought. I do this all the time. I sat on the porch steps, head in hand, drinking water, barely able to move. That night, in uncontrollable waves, I went from shivering, to teeth-chattering cold, to sweating. I needed to urin

Looking backwards to see the path forward

A Wrangler shoot, a barbershop, and a prophecy come true.

Late afternoon light, an empty road, and the mental high of the perfect frame

A night in 1980s New York that ended with two empty pockets and a flight to catch

A Myrtle Beach Fourth of July

Juneteenth remembrance from a 1980s Sunday afternoon

My first big commercial shoot and everything that could go wrong

Downtown Charlotte, Early 1980s