Lessons

Looking backwards to see the path forward

“Mr. Ron, you’re next,” said Jessica, the manager of Maui Wound Care Clinic, with a smile. The technicians helped me onto the gurney and rolled me into the narrow acrylic tube. For the next two hours, I would breathe one hundred percent oxygen in a hyperbaric chamber pressurized to the equivalent of being thirty-three feet underwater, a desperate attempt to push oxygen into my right foot. The goal was to save what the emergency vascular surgery had put at risk. In early Augus

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

My first big commercial shoot and everything that could go wrong

A rejection letter from LIFE Magazine, 1983

And wondered what I was thinking

My father, a sheet of mylar, and a passing of the torch I didn't see coming.

The one thing nobody teaches you about portrait lighting

A shop teacher, a home darkroom, and the beginning of a fifty-year journey